#i wish i did have like a stupid extra room so i at least had 2 different spaces to do things on

[mixsethaddams]

Steve was having a really bad day.

He forgot to pass on a message to a co-worker which, ok, wasn’t the end of the world exactly, but it made his insides squirm.

He forgot to write a list for his boss which, again, nothing that couldn’t be rectified, but it made his palms itch.

A customer yelled at him over something out of his control and he had to stand there and take it because what is retail if not the first circle of hell.

Steve sat in the break room and wished his coffee was hotter while he ran his hands through his hair.

“It’s just one of those days,” he told himself over and over. “It’ll be over soon,”

He wasn’t working the next day so he was counting down the very seconds until he could dart out the front door and not have to come back for a whole forty hours.

Things didn’t improve after he swallowed his lukewarm coffee and went back to his duties. Everything he said seemed to land wrong. Everything he did seemed to need redoing. It felt like his co-workers were annoyed with him even though he knew that realistically they had no reason to be. Steve’s jaw was sore from clenching it shut, trying not to burst into tears right there in the store and hold it together at least until he got to his car.

Even staying an extra fifteen minutes after he should have left to help someone finish a task they were struggling ended up being the wrong thing to do. Why did he stay? Had he clocked out? He should have. Did he not know that overtime needed to be approved a day in advance?

Steve let the feeling of the latest failure of the day wash over him as he grabbed his things and left after his shift.

Eddie wasn’t even going to be home when he got back. He was running a campaign for his D&D group which was being hosted in Gareth’s place a full fucking two hour’s drive away. Eddie was just going to be staying the night there and coming back tomorrow, instead of driving home when they finished. It made sense. It was going to be a ten-hour session and they didn’t even start until almost noon. It was just something that happened every other week and Steve usually enjoyed having a few hours to himself but today he would have killed to have his boyfriend waiting for him.

Steve’s lip wobbled while he drove. His eyes were misty and he was blinking rapidly to keep them clear. He was determined to get home before fully breaking down. He just wanted to order dinner, wrap himself up in every blanket he could find, and watch the latest episode of Married At First Sight. When he finally got back to their apartment, his phone pinged with a text from Eddie.

“Hope work was ok! I’ll call you before I go to sleep later? We’ve got about four hours left”

Steve sighed at the screen. Eddie always called him to say goodnight when he stayed at Gareth’s. Usually Steve loved it because Eddie would be a little bit drunk after having some post-session beers with his friend and they’d giggle together on a video call until Eddie’s eyelids drooped. Tonight though Steve wasn’t sure he could handle the reminder that he was alone when he wanted so badly to be held.

“Long day. Probably just crash soon as I’m home”

“You good?”

“Just tired. Hope you’re having fun :) “

Steve regretted the food he ordered for dinner. He wanted the orange chicken but for some reason he ordered sweet and sour pork. It wasn’t bad, it was fine, but the chicken was his favourite and it almost felt like a form of punishment for his bad day. So now Steve was crying uncontrollably over a container of rice. He felt so stupid but it was just one more thing that had gone wrong for him today. Crying at this point didn’t even feel cathartic. It just gave him a headache and made his throat dry.

He didn’t finish his food, and he didn’t watch TV. Steve dragged himself to his bedroom, leaving his clothes in a pile in front of the dresser he grabbed his sweatpants from, before he took a pill for his headache and fell, unshowered, into bed. It was still bright outside.

Steve felt the bed dip next to him. For the briefest moment a kind of raw panic gripped his chest and he was too scared to open his eyes. It wasn’t until he felt a familiar brush of fingertips over his temple, sweeping strands of hair out of his face, that he calmed down.

“Stevie?”

Eddie whispered it softly and Steve opened his eyes. The room was dark, but there was a navy blue hue, like the sun was only barely below the horizon, that meant Steve could still see Eddie’s outline.

“What time is it?” mumbled Steve.

“Almost nine,” said Eddie gently, still rubbing his hand through Steve’s hair.

Steve scrunched his nose. Nine? That wasn’t right? It wasn’t bright enough to be morning. He peered up at his alarm clock, still flashing the same date it had been when he closed his eyes before fitful sleep.

Steve sat up quickly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, panicked again. “Why are you here, what happened?”

Steve knew Eddie’s D&D sessions never cut short for anything less than a national emergency so he was instantly on high alert. Eddie driving all the way home was even more concerning. Steve gripped Eddie’s arms, he was still wearing his leather jacket. It was cold from being outside. He lifted the edges of the jacket as if he was checking to make sure Eddie was all in one piece.

“Nothing happened,” soothed Eddie. “We just finished up early,”

Steve was still looking over Eddie’s body like he was expecting to find a missing limb or something.

“What?” asked Steve, confused. “Why?”

Eddie shrugged.

“Wasn’t feeling the vibe,” he said easily. “I plugged the plug and said I needed to get home,”

“You never finish early,” said Steve. “And you never drive home. What happened?”

Eddie sighed.

“Why don’t you tell me?” asked Eddie gently, reaching up to cup Steve’s cheek.

Steve gulped.

“I don’t…” stuttered Steve. “Nothing, what do you mean?”

“Baby,” said Eddie firmly.

Steve chewed his lip to stop it trembling.

“I just had a bad day,” said Steve quietly. “You didn’t need… You could have stayed out there,”

Eddie gently pulled Steve forward, so he could rest his head in the crook of Eddie’s neck. Steve breathed in the well-known smell of cologne and cigarettes smoked outside. He practically melted into it.

“Thought this might be where I was needed more,” murmured Eddie, twisting around on the edge of the bed to allow Steve to relax more comfortably into his hiding place. “Looks like I was right, hmm?”

“Ruined your game though,” said Steve, muffled against the leather of Eddie’s jacket. “I just had a bad day,”

“It’s not ruined,” assured Eddie as Steve’s arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Knowing I left you here by yourself after a bad day is what would have ruined it,”

“I didn’t even say anything,” sighed Steve. Eddie was running a comforting hand over his back.

“You didn’t need to,” said Eddie. “Soon as you didn’t ask for a more solid time to expect me to call you, that’s when I knew,”

Steve sniffed back a tear.

“So dumb…” said Steve, frustrated almost more than ever with himself now. “I’m sorry, this is so fucking dumb,”

Eddie shushed him gently.

“No it’s not,” said Eddie, nuzzling into Steve’s hair. “Sometimes things creep up on you like this. It happens,”

“I wish it didn’t,” admitted Steve, pulling back to look at Eddie.

Eddie rested their foreheads together.

“I’m always here for when it does, though,” said Eddie softly.

Steve closed his eyes and let Eddie take him into another embrace, holding him tight for what could have been seconds or hours.

Steve didn’t remember when Eddie finally slipped his jacket off. He didn’t remember feeling him sliding into bed next to him, gathering him up and holding him as close as he could. Steve just remembered the feeling of Eddie heartbeat against his own chest, the sound of his breathing, his fingertips scratching gently against Steve’s scalp.

All Steve knew was feeling safe. Protected. Like one bad day was no longer drowning him because now, he remembered how to keep his head above water.

#steddie #my writing #seth writes #steve x eddie #why yes i did have a bad day and project it onto steve harrington

[zegrasdrysdale]

im having a feeling that you don’t write much for this player (because he’s so underrated)

but im desperate for luca fantilli smut

like chain swinging, bruise inducing, dirty, “rough” sex.

maybe it’s ovulation- maybe it’s just me ?

idc i just need him to call me his, claim the fuck out of me 🤝

[ pent up ] l. fantilli

pairing : Luca Fantilli x fem!reader

summary : after a rough loss, Luca needs to let out some steam

warning(s) : smut ! kinda rough sex, p in v protected sex, oral (m receiving), possessiveness, pet names during sex

author’s note : i also need him to claim the fuck out of me tbh. anon you were so real for that

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She sat in her dorm room on campus with her laptop open and homework in front of her as she watched the Michigan boys lose their third game in a row. The horn sounded and she watched all of them basically sulk off the ice. Captain Jacob Truscott sat on the bench for an extra minute as his teammates make their way into the locker room.

It's not like they didn't play a good game tonight. They played well defensively without taking too many penalties, but puck luck was not in their favor as they lost 3 to 1 to Penn State. Several shots rung off the post and she wishes every single time that posts weren't a thing.

(Y/N) pretty sure she almost broke her desk chair every time a puck hit the post. She's surprised that she actually didn't end up breaking her chair. She did break multiple pencils in frustration.

A text comes through about forty minutes after the game ends.

luca ♡ - 10:38 pm can i come to your dorm when i drop my stuff off ? wanna see you

She doesn't say no. She can never say no to Luca Fantilli. He has this thing about him that makes it impossible for her to say no to her boyfriend.

It’s nights like tonight where she’s glad she lives in an on-campus suite with her best friend from home. Luca can come and go as he pleases without disturbing her friend since it’s just the two of them in an apartment-like suite. If he’s not at the hockey house then he’s here with his girlfriend.

She sends her friend a text to let her know that Luca is coming over. Her friend sends her back a ‘🚫👶🏼’ in reply.

Less than a half hour later, there’s a knock on the door of the suite. (Y/N) goes and answers it since she knows it’s Luca. Plus, her room is closest to the door. She’s always answering it.

When she swings the door open, a worn out Luca stands on the other side. He’s in his game day suit and Michigan beanie. He looks exhausted, yet he looks like he needs to let out some frustration at the same time.

“Hi, my love,” she softly says. “I watched the game. You guys should’ve had that.”

Luca just nods and walks past her into her bedroom.

He is definitely not happy with how that game went. He should’ve had a hat trick at least with his half a dozen shots on goal. Either the Penn State goalie had him beat or the post did.

It wasn’t an easy night for any of them. Luca takes loses like this personally.

She shuts the door and follows him into her room. She kicks the door shut behind her and Luca throws his beanie at the wall in frustration.

“It’s games like this where I wish I didn’t play this sport,” he confesses. “Half the time it’s fucking puck luck and the other half of the time it’s skill. It truly pisses me off sometimes. It’s so frustrating.”

Immediately, she’s walking up to him and sitting him on her bed. He looks up at her as she says, “Hockey is just a stupid sport. You get frustrated because you love it. You hate to love it. I understand.”

Luca plays with the hem of her Michigan hockey hoodie. “It just sucks sometimes,” he sighs. “I feel like the worst teammate when I can’t score a goal or set someone up.”

“I know,” she replies as she runs her fingers through his hair. Luca in turn slides his arms up her hoodie and pulls her in close to him so his face his buried in her stomach “Is there anything I can do to help you get out some of that frustration you’re feeling?”

He mumbles an “I don’t know” into her hoodie. It’s a lie though. She knows what he wants. She always knows what he wants after a rough game.

She leans down and presses soft kisses to the top of his head. “Let me take care of you then you can do whatever you want,” she tells him.

Before she knows it, she’s sinking down to her knees in front of him. She lands so hard on the joint that she is afraid she might’ve bruised her knees even though the floors are carpeted.

Oh well. Pain always comes before pleasure anyway.

Luca watches as she unbuckles the belt he’s wearing. She tosses it to the floor with a smile on her face. When he finally realizes what she’s doing, he kicks off his shoes and lifts his butt off the mattress so (Y/N) can get his pants off. The suit pants and boxers come off at the same time because she’s become a pro at undressing her boyfriend.

With a smile and a kiss to his thigh right above his knee, (Y/N) takes Luca’s semi in her hand. He watches her with big eyes as she slowly begins to move her hand to pump him. Soft noises pass Luca’s pretty lips as she slowly pulls him closer to an orgasm.

This usually helps Luca relax. It also sometimes ends with her being unable to walk the next day but it’s a Friday night. There are no classes tomorrow. She doesn’t even have to get out of bed if she doesn’t want to.

She glances up at Luca, whose eyes are watching her every move. She bites her bottom lip for a second before she takes him in her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the reddening tip of his dick for a second before she put as much of him as she can into her mouth. She sucks for a second before she blows him.

“Fuck,” Luca gasps as she begins to move her head up and down. “So pretty with my dick in your mouth.” She smirks around him and takes him even further. Her hand makes up for what she can’t fit.

Luca’s fingers curl in her hair while she moves her head. One of her hands is on the base of his dick while the other snakes into her shorts so she can get pressure on her core.

Soft whines pass her lips as she uses her own fingers to work herself close to an orgasm. It’s only temporary. Her boyfriend’s fingers will replace hers shortly. She knows Luca can only last so long before he’s pinning her to the mattress.

He pulls her hair back into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. She hums at the feeling as Luca moves her at a pace he likes. He takes his time with her.

One of her fingers slides into her pussy and she whines. A part of her wishes that Luca would just get his hands on her already.

It’s like he can read her mind though because it’s not long after that when he finally speaks up.

“You look so beautiful on your knees for me, baby,” Luca pants. “Need to be inside you though.”

(Y/N) pulls back and licks away a drop of saliva that has started to roll down her chin. “Whatever you want, Luca,” she tells him. “If you need to then use me to let out some of that pent up frustration.”

His bright eyes darken and he pulls her to her feet almost immediately after the last word leaves her lips. He pushes the hoodie off of her body to reveal that she has nothing on under the hoodie except for a pair of shorts and pulls her down onto the mattress. He hovers over her and she can’t help but smile up at him.

Luca leans down and captures her lips in a bruising kiss. She hums and bucks her hips up so she can get some pressure, whatever pressure she can find on her core. He pins her hips down to the mattress for a second before a hand finds its way into her Lululemon shorts and panties.

A groan passes her lips when his fingers run through her folds. “Luca,” she mumbles. “Not tonight. Just fuck me.”

He detaches his lips from hers after a second and finds her neck. He sucks and nips at the skin on her neck right under her ear. She sighs and kisses the swell of his ear. A bright mark will be visible right where he’s nipping at and she truly does not care.

Luca could cover her entire body with marks and she’d happily show them off. She’s never been shy to admit that she is Luca’s girlfriend. Especially when other girls try to talk to him after games or on campus when going to classes.

“Already so wet for me, baby,” Luca mumbles. “This just from sucking me off?”

She nods and hums. “All for you,” she sighs. “I am yours.”

He backs away from her neck and gets on his knees between her legs. She watches as he pulls off his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt. Her eyes land on the gold chain around his neck with the number 63 resting between his collarbones. The chain that she got him last year for his birthday.

She knew he wore it, but she has never seen it on after a game. It’s rare for Luca to wear this specific chain during a game since it was a gift from her for his 21st birthday.

Since it’s on now, she knows it was the chain he wore for the game. It turns her on even more if it’s even possible.

Luca notices that she’s looking and smiles. “Wanted to sport my girl during the game tonight,” he tells her. “Just to have you close.”

His words shoot straight to her core and she pulls him down into a hot kiss. Lips are bitten, tongues are shoved into each other’s mouths. The cool 63 rests against her neck right under her chin. Despite her skin being hot, she shivers.

He peels off her shorts and panties, throwing them to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Luca breaks the kiss to reach into her bedside table to grab a condom. She bites a mark into his chest while he rips open the tiny package with his teeth and slides its content onto himself.

“Ready for me?” he questions as he comes back to hover over her. He lines himself up with her but waits until she gives him an answer. She sucks in her bottom lip and nods. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Fuck me before I do it myself,” is her response. Luca can’t help but laugh. She grows slightly annoyed at the fact that he isn’t blowing her back out and bucks her hips so he slides k to her.

The laughing stops and (Y/N) lets out a soft groan at the familiar stretch of Luca’s dick inside of her. She stares up at Luca and watches the 63 swings lightly in her face.

Luca pushes himself completely into her and lets her adjust to his size. He’s slightly above average, but he’s also kind of thick. It’s a lot to take sometimes and it’s why she can’t walk the next day if it’s too rough.

Right now, she’s hoping he channels all his frustration into fucking her because it’s been a little bit since they have been able to have a moment like this.

“Move, Luca,” she breathes out after a minute. “I’ve been ready for you to move for like ev- oh!”

He pulls nearly out of her before he slams into her. She lets out a loud groan and Luca covers her mouth. “Let’s not wake up your friend, yeah?” he says. “Last thing we need is for her to walk in here and see you begging me to fuck you.”

She nods and Luca uncovers her mouth. He very slowly but very deeply moves into her. Her mouth falls open and she lets her legs fall apart for him. The swinging chain moves the quicker he moves.

In a spur of the moment decision, (Y/N) leans up and softly bites the chain. Luca smiles and shakes his head before he picks up the pace.

The bed begins to creak beneath them but that doesn’t stop them. Luca’s mouth is on one of her breasts while his hand rests on the other one. She gasps when she feels him bite a mark into the skin.

“Mine,” he mumbles. “All mine.”

“All yours,” she confirms. “All yours to do whatever you want- fuck!”

Luca slams into her at the same time he reaches down between them to get his fingers on her clit. She cries out in pleasure before Luca pulls out of her. She whines at the loss of contact.

Then he turns her onto her belly and pulls her hips up to meet his. She sighs happily when he fills her up again. “Whatever I want,” he repeats into her ear. “On your knees, pretty girl. Wanna see how you look while I fuck you on your knees.”

With his help, (Y/N) rises to her knees with him still in her. He wraps an arm around her waist and lightly wraps a hand around her throat. He doesn’t put any pressure but fucks up into her. Her head falls onto his shoulder. Luca kisses her cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Letting me do what I want with you.”

She whines in agreement as his fingers find her clit. She sighs, “Luca. Please.”

“Please what, baby,” he asks against her ear.

A sudden knot forms in the pit of her stomach. Her legs begin to shake. “Wanna come,” she pants.

Luca kisses the swell of her ear and cups one of her breasts with his free hand. “Go ahead and come,” he tells her. “I’m not that far behind you.”

It’s not long after that when she’s clenching around his dick. She cries out his name as she comes. All she wants to do is fall onto her stomach but Luca is holding her up.

She sees stars as her vision goes white. She’s pretty sure she has never come this hard in her life, but that’s the affect Luca has on her. She also realizes that she doesn’t mind being fucked on her knees. That’s a conclusion she comes to while out of it.

When she comes down from her high, she’s sprawled out on her belly. Luca is wiping her leg down with a warm rag and is leaving soft kisses on her back. “Sorry if that was too much,” he mumbles. “I just needed to let out some frustration.”

“It’s okay,” she replies. “I liked it. It wasn’t bad. Got some new marks to show off.”

Luca laughs and throws the cloth somewhere on the floor before he covers them up with the blankets on her bed. She cuddles up against her boyfriend and lays her cheek on his chest.

“You’re okay though?” she questions as she looks up at him. “I know you were upset about the loss so I just want to double check to make sure you’re okay.”

He nods and brushes her hair out of her face. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he tells her. “Frustration and anger come with the sport. The last thing I want to do is take either out on you.”

“The only time you’re ever allowed to take frustration out on me is when you’re fucking me,” she warns him. “Lay a hand on me and your ass is on the curb.”

Luca smiles. “Yes, ma’am.”

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Kengan Head Canon: Look At Me

Tsundere to yandere Raian Kure x Afab Reader x one sided Lihito

TW: unhealthy behavior, cursing, degradation, breeding kink (Kure family), baby trapping (mentioned), Dacryphilia, etc.

@bobawitch13

From the moment the two of you met, Raian hated you. He hated your smiling face and your soft words as you tended to his wounds. You were just a stupid nurse at the infirmary who was insistent on tending to his injuries despite how much he complained.

You were an annoying fly he wasn’t allowed to squash. A ray of sunshine that blinded him every time you’d sit beside him to tend to his injuries he sustained from his fight with Ohma Tokita. Raian was embarrassed to be taken care of like this… like he was a weak baby. He didn’t like the way his heart would skip a beat when you were around. Perhaps this was a new level of extreme dislike for him (certainly not a crush).

“I’ve told you to buzz off already.” Raian hissed as he shoved your hands away from changing his dressings. “I don’t need your fucking help.” But you pushed his hands aside to change the blood soaked bandages around his abdomen.

“Mister Kure, you don’t want your wounds to get infected, do you?” You asked him with a soft smile. He despised how demure you were. How kind you were, it made his stomach hurt. “I’m simply doing my job.”

“Do you enjoy this power you have over me? It won’t last long. Once I’m healed, I’ll destroy you-“ you cut him off with a frown, your gaze focused on the barely eaten meal on his table.

“Do you not like the food? I could sneak you some sandwiches if you’d like.”

“I don’t want a fucking sandwich. I want you to discharge me.” Raian rolled his eyes when you giggled at him. Why did his face feel so hot? Did you administer poison on him when he wasn’t paying attention- no. You were too stupid to do that. Too sweet.

“I’ll see what I can do for my grumpiest patient.”

“I am not grumpy, woman. I just don’t like you.”

Raian scoffed but allowed you to change them. As much as he hated you, you were right. He didn’t want an infection. He wanted to heal as fast as possible so he could get away from you. Or so he thought…

You started to bring him sandwiches since he barely touched his food. Yet he would still push the homemade sandwiches off to the side and eat them when you weren’t around. Raian didn’t want you to know he enjoyed them. That he didn’t mind your company all that much as the weeks went by.

At least until he realized you weren’t just sweet to him but to every patient you had. Especially to that Lihito guy. He was a fucking loser, why were you laughing at his stupid ass jokes? Why did you dote on that insignificant worm? Lihito was pathetic and he didn’t deserve your attention. Not like Raian did. He was strong and capable. He’d be able to provide for you… he’d be able to provide for children. Raian would- where the hell did these thoughts come from? Why was Raian thinking of continuing the Kure bloodline with you? You didn’t offer him anything to benefit him other than your softness… god dammit. Raian had a crush on you didn’t he? That’s why he enjoyed your company and wouldn’t hurt you. Raian liked how you treated him like a human being despite how many times he threatened you.

Raian began to call you into his room more often, just for stupid menial tasks. He wanted you to be with him more than Lihito. He didn’t like the way the other blonde looked at you. Lihito admired you like a lovesick puppy and Raian would be damned if you dated a loser like that. Raian beat the snot out of the guy, just for a warm up.

Yet you never looked at him like he was a monster. You patiently waited for him to ask whatever he wanted of you and you dutifully did you best to fulfill Raian’s wishes. You’d fluff his pillow for him or get him an extra blanket. You never complained no matter how mean he was… it made Raian want to push his limits with you. How far could he go until you got upset with him?

“Do you enjoy the attention you get from all the men around here?” Raian asked you when you arrived to his room with his usual sandwich. His silver irises scanned you up and down. His hands tightly clutched his water jug. “You seem to be fond of that loser.”

“Lihito isn’t a loser.” You sighed before you approached Raian to hand him the sandwich. “A little stupid, but he’s not a loser. I think he has a lot of heart.”

You jumped when Raian crushed the jug in his hand like it was a grape. The white haired man was now drenched in water and ice, but it did little to soothe the pissed off look on his face. Why was he so upset? It’s not like he was fond of you or anything… right? There was no way the Raian Kure had a crush on you. He was as mean as a hornet. With his permanent scowl, his horrible manners, and his sadistic tendencies.

“Mister Kure, I’ll go get you a new gown and some blankets-“ Raian suddenly snatched your wrist and pulled you to him so that your body now laid on top of his.

“I don’t like you hanging around other men.” Raian clicked his tongue at your confused expression. Of course you’d be confused, he was too. “I enjoy your company.”

“But it’s my job-“ Raian suddenly leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a demanding kiss. Your eyes widened in shock as he took advantage of your state of surprise. Yes… this was what he needed. To put you in your place. To make you understand just who you belonged to.

“Open your mouth.” You obeyed, the white haired man immediately spitting a wad of spit in your mouth. “Swallow.”

You obeyed in fear of him hurting you which made his eyes light up. Yes… this is what he wanted. Complete control over you. To see your sunny expression turn to one of fear.

Raian was quick to begin to undo his hospital gown. His hands guided your hands to run up and down his chiseled chest. He relished in the salty tears that fell down your cheeks. Baby you were making him so fucking hard.

“I’m going to put my fucking child in you. Aren’t you grateful a Kure has taken interest in you?” Raian’s tongue darted out to lap up your tears. “Trust me, you’re in such good hands.”

You tried to pull away when you saw Lihto but Raian roughly grabbed your cheeks. His palms squished your cheeks together as he jerked your gaze to be back on him.

“Look at me, (your name).” Raian hissed, his dark eyes permanently burned into your very soul. “Look. At. Me.”

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[starsofmilos]

I Know You (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Ooo can I please request an protective!Adrian Chase x fem!civilian/innocent reader where she’s Adrian’s girlfriend and she’s super soft and Adrian is LITERALLY head over heels for her. But she doesn’t know about him being Vigilante (I’m sure he’d be scared about her reaction).  She only finds out when he saves her life when she’s walking home, Y/n clearly hearing that it’s his voice behind the mask, but Adrian ‘attempting’ a fake voice  lol, but she knows it’s him shsh (anyways, I’m sure Y/n would be terrified but also clinging to Adrian and shaking). Lots of cuddles and kisses following🥺 Adrian being extremely protective🥺💜

AHH SO CUTE!! I’m excited.

Masterlist

Warnings: small amount of angst, violence, mentions of sex. cursing, possessive Adrian, fluff, mentions of assault, robbery

Adrian Chase had never been in love.

He was a rough person who lived a dangerous life. There was no room for someone in his life. 

He didn’t wanna drag some random innocent civilian into his complicated life. It was good most girls saw him as complete weirdo. 

The girls he picked up as Vigilante too where all quick flings so he never had to worry about committing to one person. 

Adrian had told himself he wouldn’t get committed to someone nor would he ever date someone. 

It wasn’t until a soft warm beautiful person quite literally bumped into him. That was at least how he described you.

He quite literally became attached to you. You were his and he was yours.

Adrian was wrapped around your finger and you had no idea. 

“AHHH!”

Adrian eye’s popped open hearing your yell. He was up within seconds grabbing his pocketknife. 

Only to find you on top of the kitchen counter pointing at a small spider that was currently crawling away on the floor. He sighed putting the knife away in his back pocket.

“Adrian! Help! Please!!” Adrian bit back a laugh seeing your eyes grow watery. 

“Man you had me fucking scared. I thought someone was breaking in!”

“I mean technically something did break in! Just please get it!” You whined. Adrian nodded grabbing a napkin to carefully grab it. 

He threw it outside walking back in to see you still shaking a bit on the counter. Adrian smiled approaching you. You clutched onto him the second he got close to you. 

“Sorry..Didn’t mean to scare you. Thank you for saving me..”

Adrian chuckled a bit hugging you back. “Aww I’ll always come to save you. You should know that by now.” 

“That’s a relief. I’m sorry again..”

“It’s okay. I know my girl is sensitive.” Adrian kissed you softly. You hummed against his lips.

“Is this my reward?” You nodded feeling a bit shy as he grinned against your lips. 

“Can I have more? I did fight that nasty spider for you.”

“If you fight all the spiders then I’ll let you have as many kisses as you want.” 

“I’ll fight anything for you..” Adrian whispered out in complete seriousness. You laughed it off shaking your head. 

Adrian was always like this towards you. You had no idea just how serious he was about fighting everything and anything for you.

“That reminds me I have a late shift again today.” Pouting up at him, you groaned as he kissed your cheek hiding his face in your neck. 

“Sorry love..”

“Wish you didn’t have that stupid extra job. If I could support both of us I would.” Adrian laughed nodding. 

You had no idea how he was going out as Vigilante at night. Adrian had wanted to keep you, the one good thing in his life, away from all the dangerous stuff he does.

He didn’t want scare you or worse make you a target for some of the people he went after. 

So he decided it would be best if you didn’t know that he was a mass murderer. 

“I know you would. I work though because I like the extra job. Being a bus boy isn’t permanent.”

“I know..I just miss you at night sometimes.” Adrian hummed kissing you softly.

“How about tomorrow I will call off night job and we’ll order a pizza and just eat till we pass out?”

“I’d love that so much. Can we?”

“Yeah I miss you at night too..”

“Sleeping at night is boring without you. I’m all cold and alone.”

“Now don’t make me feel bad!”

“I have nothing to hold me! Except myself! Don’t even have anyone to help get rid of ache I get.”

“What kind of ache?”

“The in bed kind. Only one you take care of.” Adrian coughed a bit trying to hide just how flustered you made him. 

“We can do that now if you want before I go-”

“Nope gotta wait till tomorrow.” He groaned before nodding kissing you again.

“Fine. You tease. So wanna watch me get ready for work?” You nodded as he helped you off the counter. You admired him as he slipped his shoes on.

Grabbing his duffle bag, you dropped it with a small oomph looking down at it in confusion.

“Why is it so heavy?”

“It’s not heavy!” Adrian laughed nervously grabbing it effortlessly. “See! You just need to lift more hahaha!”

You rolled your eyes walking him to the door. He sighed giving you another kiss. “I promise I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know and when you do come back home I will be here.”

“Good..You’re the only thing I look forward to seeing.” You huffed as he kissed your cheeks before taking off.

After Adrian left, you decided to clean up the kitchen. Adrian usually cleaned it when he came home, but you knew he’d probably be tired. Your boyfriend was hard at work the least you could do is take care of things at home.

You hummed a small tune before opening the fridge to make some dinner. There was quite literally nothing.

Grabbing your phone you sent Adrian a quick text letting him know where you were going. He was so persistent on knowing when you left the house. 

It never really made sense to you. 

Your apartment complex wasn’t that far so you decided to walk.

Adrian had been hiding in an alleyway checking up his latest text. Crime was pretty low tonight. He smiled seeing the small selfie you sent him with the text letting him know you were going to the store.

You were so sweet..and so soft...He craved more than ever to just go home and be in your arms. He sighed taking a look at the photo once more. His eyes squinted as he tensed up seeing something behind you.

It was a guy wearing a hoodie. His face was darkened out, but Adrian could tell he was trouble. He had a good distance but it was obvious this guy was tailing you.

Without another thought, he called you. Cursing quietly when you didn’t answer.

“Come on baby..Come on..pick up the phone..” His breath hitched hearing your voice. “Y/N.”

“Hi this is me and if I didn’t answer it’s probably cause I’m busy call back later!”

He began to run growing anxious.

You had no idea of the man trailing you. Too busy looking at your phone seeing two miss calls from Adrian. Right as you were about to call him again, you were grabbed.

Adrian paced looking around the street he saw your last location on. It said you were still there.

Your eyes widened as the man who was stalking you smiled wickedly. You struggled in his hold whimpering when he pointed a knife at you. 

“Easy there girly..I’d hate to cut a pretty little thing like you up.” He leaned in whispering. You grew tears in your eyes beginning to feel fear rise in your chest and bile build in your throat.

Adrian..Adrian needed you to come home. To be okay..You promised you’d be okay..

You bit the mans hand trying to make a run for it crying out as he yanked the back of your shirt back. Tears fell from your eyes and small sobs fell from your lips as you were tossed harshly against the wall.

“You didn’t even fucking let me finish what I was gonna say stupid girl.” You cried a bit harder as he leaned in again.

“I just wanted your money but now that I look at you. You’re a real pretty crier.”

You struggled again as he pushed his knife towards your throat. “Stop moving or I will cut you. Stupid bitch.” 

Your eyes shut from fear. Adrian...You wanted Adrian and to be home. You should’ve just ordered food in.

Right as he moved his knife down to your chest, something popped up behind him. It moved like quick like a shadow. The man was off of you within seconds. 

“I suggest you point your fucking knife towards someone who can actually fucking fight.” 

That voice..It couldn’t be..Adrian?...

The man scrambled back seeing Vigilante standing before him already with his gun pointing at him. 

“Woah woah man! This is a misunderstanding I know this girl!”

You opened your eyes. No it wasn’t. It was the Vigilante you had been seeing on tv, but he sounded just like..

“Oh really? That’s why she was crying for help? You messed with the wrong fucking girl mother fucker.”

Adrian kicked the mans face in immediately going down to beat the shit out of him. You watched in shock as he went in punching the man repeatedly. The bones crunched under his fist.

This man tried to hurt you. This man was going to kill you. His sweet soft angel...Adrian wanted to make this man pay.

He pulled his knife out about to slit the mans throat stopping once he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned seeing your tear stained face.

“Enough..”

Adrian looked back at the man before looking back at you. He nodded standing up checking you over. 

“Are you alright? You’re not hurt are you? I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner Y/N. I heard your cries though-”

“Adrian..” You whispered out hesitantly. He stopped rambling. His eyes widened under his mask.

“What?! What?! That’s...No! Who is that? I’ve never heard of an Adrian before. Why would you say that name?!”

You teared up feeling a sob claw its way through your throat. Adrian fumbled as you collapsed in his arms crying. 

“Woah woah! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?! I swear I will kill this son of a bitch!”

“I was so scared!” You cried out gripping his shoulder pads tightly. Adrian stopped sighing as he hugged you back. You sniffled still crying as he gently picked you up.

“Where would you like to go miss?” Adrian deepened his voice trying to hide his actual voice.

“I-I w-wanna go h-home..Please?..” You whimpered crying your heart out. Adrian nodded. “I’ll get you home miss.”

“Thanks..wait my groceries! Our groceries! I’m so sorry Adrian!”

“I’m not Adrian!” Adrian yelled out gripping you tighter. “Besides whoever this Adrian is would probably tell you not to worry about it and just order some food for you both! Nothing matter more than your safety! I care way more about you than some stupid groceries! I mean he. He cares about you more than some groceries!”

Adrian sighed at his slip up carrying you home. He even unlocked the front door for you. You clung onto him scared.

“Don’t leave..please...”

“Miss I gotta go back out there to make sure that guy-”

“Cut the crap.I know it’s you..I knew the second I heard your voice..I need you please Adrian..” You sniffled reaching for his mask.

“I’m not Adrian-”

“How did you know my name?”

“What?” 

“You said I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner Y/N and you knew where I lived. So if you’re not Adrian how would you know?..” You shook against him.

“I’m a stalker.”

“Adrian!”

“Okay! Okay!!” Adrian groaned removing his mask. “It’s okay..I’m here..”

You sighed in relief clutching him tightly. Adrian kissed your forehead scooping you up. “I’m here now it’s okay..Always gonna protect you..You’re mine..”

You nodded relishing in his comfort. Adrian was grateful you weren’t scared of him. He was so happy nothing had happened to you. He shook a bit thinking of what would’ve happened had he not gotten there in time.

“I was so scared..I’m so happy you got there..Here I was thinking the scariest part of my night was gonna be a spider.”

“Well I was hoping the scariest part of your night would be a spider..Are you okay? You never answered me you’re not hurt right?” Adrian tightened his hold a bit nervously.

“Yeah I’m okay..I promise..”

“Good..Good..My beautiful sweet girl..I’m so sorry that happened to you. I should’ve gotten there sooner-”

“You got there as fast as you could..Thank you for saving me..”

“Always gonna save you. Never let anything happen to you..”

Adrian kissed your forehead walking you to the room. He stripped his armor off laying next to you on the bed cuddling you close.

“Y/N...”

You hummed trying to stop shaking. “Are you mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad?..”

“For not telling you..”

“No..I get why you were trying to keep it a secret..I’m not mad..I’m not scared of you either if that’s what you were worried about.”

“Good..I can’t stop being Vigilante..”

“I know..I’m not gonna ask you too. I just want you safe..Just like you want me..”

“I do..I’m still really sorry this happened tonight.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“I am though.” Adrian sat up pulling you to his lap to cuddle you close. “I never want anything to happen to you. You’re my everything. I am nothing without you and I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you.”

“I love you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth. I love you too Y/N.”

“Thanks Adrian...” Before you could rub your face, Adrian gently used his hand wiping your tears away.

“I’m gonna order us food okay?..”

“Okay...you’re the best boyfriend..but..”

“But?..”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Hey!”

You laughed as he kissed your face clutching you tightly. He was so happy you knew his full self now.

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante peacemaker #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker #fanfic

[ghouljams]

How would fae!Ghost react if Darling somehow got away? Like once in a million chance and left. How would Ghost react? What would he do? How would he feel?

Darling likes leaves the town and moves like to the other side of the world because of how frightened Darling is.

This is extra but how would Ghost react if he knew Darling left him for another human friend/almost boyfriend of Darlings? Same thing, Darling left to the other side of the world to be away from Ghost and to see their boyfriend.

Oh! How would he feel if Darling left him for another fae, possibly one as old or more powerful than Ghost? I'm thinking Price maybe! Oh, course, it's up to you for whatever you want to do with this, but the main thing is Darling leaves/escapes Ghost.

Lovely writing and I can't wait to see more! Good wishes <3

You are trying to get this woman killed...

It would be incredibly hard to get away from Ghost in the early days of the relationship but where Love and Ghost are with their relationship now it would be impossible. Love can run but she can't hide. But let's say she did run in the early days, before she was love. If she decided that Ghost was too much for her to handle and she needed an out I think she could find one but it would hurt a lot.

I do not consider this to be a Love story, it is pure x reader because I trust you all are smart enough to run from the fae...

The fae that burns Simon's mark off of you and rips half the tangled tethers from you is not what you would describe as kind. He seems angry, it feels personal. It hurts more than you expected. You think he hopes it kills you when he rips them out. You certainly feel like you're dying.

It happens quickly. The burn and then the tear. He says it has to happen like this so Simon can't get to you in time, you don't know enough to say he's wrong, but the way he looks at you draws you back to thinking this is a personal pain for him.

"I have a friend," he tells you, "She'll get you somewhere safe." But what you think he means is that she'll keep tabs on you. Ensure that you're somewhere this fae can reach you for payment. This is a serious debt you've incurred and if there's anything you've learned about names its that "Price" must be a threat as well as a nickname.

You think of Ghost, of the mask and the insidious magic he worked on you without regard for your feelings. The ways he kept you docile and stupid, never knowing whether it was him making you forget or if you were truly losing it. The thought that it might be your mind failing you still hadn't left.

He was always so kind, but it was an act, specialized to trap you. Whatever he wanted with you, he'd shown himself one too many times, chased you too hard, tapped you until you felt like you were losing yourself to him.

Your skin is quiet as you follow Price through his home, through the strange door that leads to a silent snowy landscape. The warmth of summer is long gone here. Harsh reality has taken its place. It's strange how you can feel disquieted by normal. Ghost's shadow had never truly settled in you. You'd been holding on too tightly to your freedom you suppose.

You have your name back, at least, as you trudge through the snow, following your silent companion. Well, you suppose Price has your name now too, debts and all that. He turns a hard right and the trees start to slowly regain their color, the snow giving way to green grass and clover.

"Any life you create with the freedom I've given you is mine." Price explains, you nod like you understand. It sounds like a big ask, you don't really have the wiggle room to haggle. You don't really understand how all these debts work, which is exactly how you ended up in this situation.

"Who's your friend?" You switch topics, not wanting to discuss the finer details of your deal with the devil.

"You can trust her." That isn't what you asked, but you suppose it's as good as you'll get.

"She got a name?"

"Laswell."

"Is it her name?"

"Is now." Price hums, his hand slides along your back and guides you forward. You haven't been walking long but your feet feel like they're starting to blister as you hit some perimeter and pass through.

You're steered towards another door, a small fenced garden with a gate overgrown with vines. Price raps his knuckles against the wall and waits.

You don't know this man well enough to make conversation, and he doesn't seem to like you besides, so silence lapses. You both watch the wooden door in the other side of the garden, the one attached to the neat brick house. It opens after what feels like a long moment, a woman in a sleek ponytail stares at the two of you before crossing the distance.

"What's this?" She asks Price, all but ignoring you.

"Ghost's new ex."

-

Laswell is nice. Nice enough at least. You think she sort of... resents having to look after you. The check-ins feel forced, cold, they're a chore that you don't think either of you want to deal with.

For freedom from one fae you sure feel imprisoned by another. How you're supposed to build a life out of this you don't know. It doesn't feel like anything anyone would want as payment, fae or no. Your world consists of your work and your home. Your isolation follows you like a specter of your relationship with Ghost. The tethers that are left make you feel cold, there's deep empty hole in your soul where the tethers were ripped free and you hope every day to find something to fill it. You feel hollow. You thought you'd feel better, you have your freedom, Price hasn't come looking for payment, what more could you want?

You find yourself thinking of your boogeyman. The way he touched you, the way he talked to you, you think of the fear as often as you think of the infatuation. You hesitate to call it love. You don't know if Ghost knows how to love someone. You think about it though, in the wee hours of the morning. You think about how badly you both wanted it to be love.

Price assured you, you'd be safe. Laswell assured you, you are safe. Even the tethers still tying you to Ghost have no pull if he doesn't know where you are. But you'd know Simon blind.

You know as soon as he sets foot in the little Cafe, you don't even have to look up from filling the order. His presence in the doorway draws stares from the other custoners, something you never saw him deal with when you were together. When you look at him it's like you never left. His eyes burn into yours, and your heart clenches, the pathetic leftover tethers giving their best effort at lighting up. He looks bad, worn, like he's been wrung out and left to dry.

You tell your coworker you're taking a break and go to call Laswell. It's all you can think to do. You already know the room when you open the back room door. The hard wood floors and velvet drapes so out of place. An invitation. You close the door, and Ghost's hand closes over yours on the handle. His forehead drops against your shoulder, you wonder when the last time he slept was.

"You left," he tells you, as if you don't already know. He doesn't sound anything, you'd almost hoped he'd be angry if he ever found you. This is so much worse.

"I had to," you whisper, "you would've killed me."

"I'll get it right this time," you press your forehead to the backroom door, and squeeze your eyes shut, "I promise."

#simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #cod ghost #cod x y/n #ghost mwii #x reader #in all seriousness Ghost would straight up kill his darling if they left him #ripping the tethers out woukd kill at least one of them #which is why Price was so mad he didnt want ghost to die #and he was looking st the tethers knowing what they meant to ghost knowing what you must mean to ghost #and he hated you for leaving one of his dearedt friends #this is some real x reader shit #not canon at all people Love has no mind to leave but the reader is smart enough to try #ghost would hunt you to the ends of the earth i promise

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Exactly as you are

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a/n well look at us meeting at part three already. Thank you so much for all of your love. And an extra thank you to @brekkershadowsinger for being my knight in shining armor and a beta reader! Love you so much!🤍

summary: when two broken souls meet something is bound to happen.

warning: mention of past trauma, anxiety, sexual assault, murder.

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The sun peaked through the open window. The sun - which was supposed to warm and bring hope did little for the coldness that lingered in the room. Kaz rubbed a hand over his tired eyes. Sleep just didn't find him tonight. And how could it be when all he heard were your cries? Screams and pleas that dragged way into the night. Kaz leaned back into the chair that he had pulled over hours ago. His gaze fell on your curled-up body, now fast asleep in his bed. His pillow beneath your head, his blanket warming up your body, his shirt clenched between your hands as you held it closer to your chest.

When Kaz had made his way back, the first person he was greeted with was Jesper. He could tell that the man was lingering. Purposely trying to wait out to catch Kaz there. Kaz thought about ignoring him, and he was going to until Jesper spoke up, "I'm sorry. You know that I am", dirtyhands spun around to face his crow. A cold, predatory gaze seeped through his eyes. Not family. Not friends. A boss and his investment, "Are you, though?" Now step away from one another, they were practically breathing at each other's throats. "Imagine that was Wylan? What would you do, Jesper? How far would you go?", Kaz barked out and turned away in an instant. Too much. Jesper had already seen too much. There had been too much. Too much was at stake. Too many people were involved.

"You love her", Jesper breathed out. "You…", but Kaz quickly turned back to him, the tip of his cane now pointed straight at Jasper's throat. "One more word, and I will rip your throat out". The warning was primal, raw, and something that deep down Jesper hoped Kaz would never actually do, but from the way, Kaz's eyes blazed and the way his hand shook ever so slightly, "Consider yourself lucky because Wylan was there if none of you would have been…", but his words died down. Choked out by that fear of losing once again. Kaz had already run through every possible scenario and every feasible way that those two could have hurt you. He needed names. Needed a reason. Now he wished he had left at least one of them alive. One of them to tell Kaz, who had been stupid enough to try to get to you when you were his. Because those faces were new to him tonight. Not prepared. He was as unprepared as the crows, and for that alone, Kaz couldn't find the strength to properly punish Jesper.

"Take Inej and sift through the docks. I need reports of all the newcomers, their names, who they work for, and why they came here. Find out who those two were", Kaz ordered, fingers running through his hair in frustration. He needed to calm down. To properly pull himself together. His emotions were too much of a giveaway that he cared. But shouldn't he? Shouldn't he care? His business might be in danger. There was a tassel in his club. His property was damaged. Who knew how much it would cost to get the blood off the floor? "Inej is upstairs with Nina looking after Y/N", Jesper muttered, and Kaz only nodded his head. "Good, go after it or go alone. I don't care".

"Kaz", you had muttered at least a thousand times since Jesper had walked in with you in his arms, shaking like a leaf. Nina dragged a wet cloth down your back, locking eyes with Inej, who was just as worried, before turning to you. "He will be here shortly, darling. Fix a couple of things, and I will be with you", she said as lightheartedly as she could, although Nina doubted if the state Kaz would come back in would help you in any way. The heartrender had suspicions. Most of the crows did. You two were almost glued to each other. And for goodness sake, who else besides you got to sit on Kaz's bed, let alone lay or sleep in it? No one. They couldn't even breathe the same air as him for longer than intended. But then there was you. And no matter when or for how long you stayed in Kaz's office, there wasn't a time when you were cursed out and pushed through the door. Together. Almost always together. Kaz's heartbeat changed first. At least that was what Nina caught onto. Maybe it wasn't affection at first, but still, you managed to alter Kaz's heart. Give strength to the beats, but lighten them at the same time.

"Kaz", you muttered your mantra, once again, big puffy eyes looking up at the two girls. Inej was a breath away from comforting you once more, but Nina cut in swiftly, changing the subject, "Let's get you out before you turn into a prune. Come, up you go", she pulls at your hands, making you stand, before wrapping a towel around your naked body. "Inej, why don't you fix a cup for all of us, huh?", but there was more behind this, and Inej could tell. Almost a silent plea to go look for Kaz. That whatever Nina was doing to keep you calm wasn't going to hold for much. She could feel it too. Slowly bubbling. Building up.

Kaz selfishly did not want to seek you out after all. Why would he? You had Nina and Inej. What would he do there? Stand and look? But then shouldn't he go up there and demand answers? Maybe the two had told you what they wanted. Because this seemed more than just a quick fuck that they were after. If that had been the case, Kaz would have been too late to stop it. Too late… Promised to protect. To keep safe. The image of you stripping in his office the first night flashed through his eyes. Kaz clenched his fist angrily. He had killed them all. Found a list of every man who had put in money to buy you off. They were begging for it to stop, but all Kaz did was repeat your name over and over to them. Dragging their deaths painfully slowly. No one knew about that. It wasn't something anyone else needed to be a part of. It was for Kaz. It was for all the rage that waked in him every time you flinched, every time his eyes caught a glimpse of your scars that painted your wrists and ankles, the torn skin on your back while you were changing, and the emptiness in your eyes.

Then Kaz heard it—the faint sound of your voice once again. His name slipped out of your lips in desperation. Calling for him. Searching for him. Kaz stood up, rushing towards the door, but then he halted. Still as a stone. He could not face you. He could not see you. Not now. Not like this. Not for everyone to see. Your voice grew louder. Kaz. Kaz. Kaz. Kaz. Kaz put his palms over his ears. Turning to walk to the furthest corner. Yet he still heard the way Nina was trying to soothe you. Kaz could almost see you trashing in her arms. The cries made him tightly close his eyes. He wanted to. There was nothing more that he wanted than to hold you now. To answer the call. To pull you out again, but he couldn't. There was no way.

Slow her heartbeat, make her pass out, Kaz thought to himself. Come on, Nina, be useful. And as if the heartrender had heard him, the cries died down softly. Followed by a little sob from Nina and a ray of apology slipping past her lips. The silence stood again. Kaz braced himself against the sink, catching a glimpse of his worn-out face in the mirror. Weak. Worthless. How can you protect her when you can't even go to her when she needs you the most? The anger rippled again, and without a second thought, Kaz's left fist slammed into the mirror.

The room was dim. The last remaining light source was the fire slowly dying down in the fireplace. Wylan was rubbing his hands over Jesper's shoulders. Nina was leaning onto Inej. The tea that sat in front of them had gone cold. Neither of them had touched their cups even once. It had been several hours since the last cry echoed through the house. Nina had stopped sniffling. She had never before used her ability in that way. It was one thing to make someone fall and cripple them in the middle of the job; it was a completely different story to choke the air out of the lungs of someone you cared for while watching their limp body in front of you.

Even at the thought of that, Nina's lips trembled once more. Jesper reached towards her, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder. Tonight had been a mess. Everyone's brains had been scattered with questions. All the ifs and whys, maybes, and whats. And with Kaz nowhere to be seen… He had made it clear to everyone that Y/N was someone that each of them had to look after. And tonight they all abandoned their posts. Sure, it was Jesper's night to keep an eye on you, but the blame couldn't be placed solely on his shoulders. They all let loose. Disappointed Kaz, but most importantly, hurt you in the process. They didn't talk about the other side of this. There was not even a thought about it that lingered. Jesper, while telling everyone about the conversation he had with Kaz, cut himself off right before the question of love was brought up. Not his to discuss. Not his to be brought to daylight.

"Why are all of you still here?", Jesper had stood up so quickly, nearly sending the little table flying, the tea cups rattling. All of them stiffened, like kids who had been caught misbehaving and now were awaiting the scolding of their parents. None dared to meet Kaz's eyes. It felt like he had brought coldness with him, as the room suddenly became almost freezing. If Kaz was being honest, he wasn't sure if he wanted them to fall over one another while they apologized or if he preferred silence. The silence that carried fear. The power he had over them.

"I gave orders to Jespere…", dirtyhands spoke once more, and Inej was quick to cut in, "He told us". Kaz nodded his head, and said, "Good. Then why are you here?" It seemed like such a simple question, but then again, what were they supposed to say? Because they wanted to see him? Because they tried to find strength in one another? Because being alone felt too vulnerable? Yet this set of silence was met with a growl from Kaz. "Go", he muttered angrily. Turning to the side so they could walk past him. "Kaz, she…", Nina started, being the first one to lift her eyes, and the coldness that pierced her made a shiver run deep within her body.

Kaz lifted his hand, silencing her. "I'll take it from here. I have unfinished business with her as it is", Nina shook her head. "Kaz", you were too weak. The demons within you had feasted on your strength. If he were to come at you Kaz-style, he would send you into yet another panic attack. But Kaz only let out a snarl, "Did I ask for your opinion?" They lowered their heads. Jesper wrapped one of his arms around Nina, bringing her closer to him, and clasped Wylan's hand in another. He glanced at Inej, who only nodded her way. Get the two settled, and then they would hit the town just like Kaz had ordered them to.

When Kaz finally made his way up to his office, he tried to pretend that you weren't lying in his bed. That he couldn't hear your breathing. When that got too hard, he tried to trick his mind into thinking that this was the usual night. Like always. He had chosen to work too late, and you had ended up falling asleep. The only difference was that on nights like that, Kaz found himself watching you. The way your face would relax. There was no sign of the slight frown that lingered then. Calm and relaxed. Comfortable enough to sleep in his presence. Now, however, Kaz tried to keep his eyes away from you. Too afraid that it would only break him more.

But the uneasy breathing was hard to miss. You let out a cry, and Kaz's eyes drifted to your frame. Only now did he notice the shimmering drops of sweat clinging to your forehead. Hands clenching the sheets. Kaz blinked again. There in your place now laid Jordie. Turning and tossing as the plague spread further and further. Kaz stood up, crossing the distance between him and the bed in a couple of steps. He ripped the gloves off his hands. The taste of bile in his mouth picked up again. What was this cruel joke? Sure, he was a bad person. Had done so much wrong, but why you? Why Jordie? What have you two done? Or was it a curse for just letting Kaz be a part of your life?

He kneeled once more. One deep breath in, and his hand came into contact with your warm forehead. Not burning up, but warm enough for a slight fever. A part of him was trying to stay rational. To get a fever after a night filled with such events was normal. It could happen, but what if this was something more? What if they had poisoned you? What if he had missed it? Kaz reached for a jug of cold water before dipping a piece of cloth in it. The moment the cold material came into contact with your skin, your eyes opened up slightly.

The fright in Kaz waked again. He wasn't ready. Wasn't prepared to see you conscious just yet. You glimpsed up at him tiredly. Body eased slightly at the sight of him. Kaz swallowed thickly. He didn't know what he wanted to say or what he should say. A part of him wanted to shout at you, but one look at your eyes, which had lit up ever so slightly at the sight of him, halted him once more.

"I'm sorry", you murmured, licking your dry lips as the uncomfortable tightness pulled at your skin. Kaz shook his head, reaching for a cup, "Nothing to be sorry about". The words had come out more sarcastic than he had wanted. As if he didn't genuinely mean it. You gave him a look. One that he had learned to identify. One that let him know that you were more than aware that he was lying. But he wasn't.

"I would do it again", he muttered, turning his gaze away from you. And he would have. As much as he tries to tell himself that he would never reach for you again, he knew deep down that it was a lie. Because he would. Because you were now a part of him. In ways that Kaz couldn't fully identify. Ways that were unfamiliar to him. He had only felt somewhat similar when it came to Jordie. Sure, Kaz cared for his crows, but that was different. You were different. Your eyes filled with tears as you watched him. You had been so desperate to apologize. Aware that you crossed the line by touching him tonight. For reaching out to him in a way that he didn't want to be reached. And here he was telling you that he would do it again. You shook your head, "No." Your voice died down. Cut off by the fear. By the lack of words spoken for a long time.

"Don't push yourself", Kaz ordered you firmly, but you jerked your head once more. He needed to know. You wanted him to know. Through your heavy, tired eyes, you looked at Kaz. You searched for him as you always did. "No one has ever touched me without bad intentions. You…", you stopped yourself as the tear ran down your cheek, stinging in your eyes getting unbearable. "You were the first who wanted to hold me without the intention to hurt me".

The sob finally slipped past your lips. You quickly moved your hand to cover your mouth. Trying to silence the cries, knowing how much Kaz hated emotions displayed like that. Kaz closed his eyes, lifting his head ever so slightly. If you hadn't crossed the line before, you sure have now. You reached for the sides of the sheets. Not waiting for him to scold you. Not ready to face him pushing you away. But Kaz was quick to snatch the side of the blanket out of your hands, pressing it down onto the bed and keeping you covered.

There was so much that Kaz wanted to say. So many words at the tip of his tongue. So many thoughts. And you knew it too. You could tell, so you settled back down. Both of you used up your emotional resources tonight. Drained yourselves dry. Yet Kaz looked at you once more. Reaching for the cloth to dip it into the cold water once more. Just this time, his palm lingered on your hair for a moment. A silent promise that he wanted to figure this out together. Step by step. No matter what was to come, you were going to do it together. Then he turned away from you once more. Pushing the rising water down. You watched him for some time until your eyes grew heavy, and the darkness pulled you under once more.

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Kazzle Dazzle taglist: @igakc @anxiousbeech @vicky-09 @coldheartedmar

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker #the six of crows imagine #the six of crows x reader #the six of crows x you #shadow and bone x reader

[runningmunson]

Maybe Birthdays Aren’t So Bad

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Eddie hated his birthday but you didn’t know why. After he finally told you why, you made it your mission to change his mind. Based on this blurb

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst and Eddie being a bit mean in the beginning, fluff

A/N: Gotta give some credit and a big thanks to @shyposttree , what you added about throwing a party for Eddie at the same place and teaching him how to skate pushed me to make a full fic!

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“What do you mean you don’t want to do anything for your birthday?!” You yelled at Eddie as you helped him pick up after the Hellfire meeting. 

He rolled his eyes, “Just don't feel like it.” 

“Eddie, c'mon! You can’t not do anything for your birthday. It’s the one day that’s completely about you!” you whined. You knew parties weren't Eddie’s scene, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t at least take him out for dinner. 

“Actually, I can do nothing. Seeing as it is my birthday and all and ‘completely about me’,” Eddie pointed to himself, throwing your words back at you. His shoulders started to feel tense, and the feeling of hurt he pushed back into his mind long ago tried to pry its way out.

“Would you let me take you out, just us two? Or even Wayne?” you asked, hoping he would say yes.

Eddie sighed and clenched his fists. He could feel himself getting frustrated as you unceasingly asked. He knew you meant well, but he just didn't like his birthday. He threw his notebook on the table, “No! I don’t like my birthday, okay? I don’t want to do anything. Not with my friends, not with Wayne, and not with you! So can you please just drop it?”

You tried to hide the hurt on your face, but it was too late. Eddie already saw the way you flinched and took a step back. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t like to raise his voice in anger, it always brought back memories of his father doing that to his mother. When he opened them, he reached his hand out and grabbed yours, pulling you into his arms. He kissed your forehead, “I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“Why don’t you like your birthday, Eddie?” You asked, voice just above a whisper and head buried in his neck. It's not that you want to upset him even more than he already was, but you wanted to understand what was going on inside his head. He pulled you over to his chair and sat you on his lap. 

“It’s stupid, really, it is,” Eddie said, letting out a humorless chuckle. You looked at him, giving him a nod to continue. “I, uh, I was about to turn 10 and never had a real birthday party before. So for months, I begged Wayne to let me have a party at the Hawkins roller rink. He worked extra shifts and rented a small room for my first class party. I was so excited when he told me and went to work making invitations. Shit, I even drew little dragons and knights on them, which were surprisingly good for my previous lack of doodling skills.”

You smiled a bit, thinking about little Eddie spending hours making handmade invitations with his drawings. He continued, “So, the big day came. We went early and set up; and had pizza and cake. Then I waited and waited, and not a single person showed up. Wayne tried to make it better. We ate a ton of pizza and cake. He even tried to skate with me, but we both realized we can't skate worth shit, so we soon left.”

“Eddie-” you tried to talk, but he cut you off. 

“I don't really know why I expected anything less. It’s not exactly like I was ever invited to anyone's parties. I was always the one to find out about them that next Monday at school,” Eddie said, avoiding your gaze. He figured you would be looking at him with pity, and he didn’t want that, but when he looked, he saw anger in your eyes.

“That’s not stupid. I don’t blame you for hating it. Those kids are assholes and what they did wasn't right. I wish I knew you back then because that sounded like a damn good party. If you really don’t want to do anything then I respect that, and I won’t bring it up again,” you gave his hand a squeeze.

Eddie thought about it for a minute. He secretly missed celebrating his birthday. And it’s not like he didn’t have good friends now and was in a loving, healthy relationship. “I guess we can maybe do something this year- but it has to be small.”

He watched as a bright smile formed on your face. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. “Are you sure? Oh, this is going to be great. I promise you won't regret it!”

He really hoped he didn’t either.

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You had spent the last month planning something for Eddie’s birthday, and now it was finally that day. After hearing his reason for hating it, you had every intent and the determination to change his mind. 

Eddie woke up that morning to the sun shining on his face. He reached his hand out to search for you but came up empty. A groan came from his mouth. He threw the blankets off to see where you were, thinking it was too damn early for you to not still be in his arms. As soon as he opened the door, the smell of bacon hit his nose. He took the short trip from his bedroom to the kitchen to find you standing in front of the stove.

You felt Eddie's arms snake around your waist and pull you into his chest. His face nuzzled into your hair before he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?” he asked in his raspy morning voice.

You turned around, wrapping your own arms around his neck. You smiled at him, “Just making the birthday boy some breakfast. Have you seen him around? He’s taller than me, has beautiful chocolate brown eyes, unruly curly hair, pretty great at guitar, and is incredibly good-looking.”

“Hmm, if I didn’t know any better, I would say you were talking about me,” Eddie smirked.

“Happy birthday, Eddie,” you pulled him into a kiss. “Now go sit your cute butt down in that chair. I need to plate this.”

The second you put the plate down, he began to shovel food into his mouth. He let out a moan, ”Shit, sweetheart. This is amazing. You’re spoiling me too much.”

“There’s no such thing as spoiling you too much on your birthday-” you were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. You ran to get it, “Oh! That must be Dustin!”

“Hey man! Happy birthday!” Dustin walked over to Eddie, patting him on the back. Eddie just looked at him with his eyebrows cocked. His eyes then met yours as if silently asking why Dustin was there. 

“Oh! I forgot to mention that I have a small family emergency so I called Dustin. He brought all of your favorite movies over so you can have a movie marathon while I'm away,” you said, feeling a bit bad for lying to him, but you had to go set up his party. You grabbed your keys, kissed Eddie, and said goodbye.

Eddie turned to Dustin as he stood awkwardly in his kitchen, looking at him with a cheesy smile, “Why the hell are you looking at me like that?”

Dustin’s smile dropped, and he scrambled with his words, “Nothing, I'm not looking at you in any way.” 

“I'm just messing with you, man. Now let’s see what you brought,” Eddie laughed and went to ruffle Dustin's hair.

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You recruited the help of Steve, Robin, and Nancy to help you decorate the roller rink. Mike, Gareth, and the rest of the Hellfire members were tasked with picking up the food. 

The longer you were here, the more it made you nervous to think about Eddie’s reaction. You knew there was a chance of this blowing up in your face to have a surprise party where he learned to hate his birthday, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

All you wanted was Eddie to make a new good memory, one where he learns to love his birthday again. You wanted to right the wrong he faced all those years ago, to show him that his life isn't how it used to be and that he had so many people that loved and cared about him. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but you were damn sure going to try. 

You checked your watch and saw that you needed to pick up Eddie and Dustin. “Hey, are you good? I gotta go get the guys.”

Steve gave you a thumbs up, so you left and made your way to Eddie’s trailer.

Once you got there, you let yourself in and saw Eddie and Dustin sitting on the couch watching A New Hope. You gave Dustin a nod to let him know everything was ready.

“Can you guys give me a ride? My mom dropped me off,” Dustin asked. 

“I guess we can, Henderson; not like we have a choice anyways,” Eddie said sarcastically, slapping his hands on his knees before standing up. “Come on, let’s go.”

You all made your way to Eddie’s van. He started to walk towards the driver’s side, but you stopped him. “Actually, I need to drive. And you need to put this on over your eyes.”

You handed him one of his bandanas. He looked at you and Dustin, taking in your shit-eating grins. “Are you serious right now?”

You and Dustin both nodded. Eddie shrugged but got in the passenger side and complied with your request, “Well okay, this is kinda weird. You guys aren’t like secretly planning to kill me or something are you?”

You both laughed, “No, just listen to your music and enjoy the ride. We will be there soon enough.”

It didn’t take long for you to make it to your destination. You gestured for Dustin to leave while you got Eddie out of the car.

“Can I take this thing off, or are you gonna make me keep it on all day?” Eddie laughed.

“Yes, you can take it off,” your nerves started up again. You kept walking but studied Eddie’s face as he took the bandana off. His face dropped at the sight of the roller rink in front of him. 

“Why the hell would you bring me here? You know how I feel about this place,” Eddie stopped in his tracks, yanking you back. His hands were sweaty, and he felt his face getting hot.

“Eddie, just trust me, please,” you begged him. He gave you a slight nod and gestured for you to continue walking. However, that didn’t stop his not-so-subtle grumbling about not liking this. 

You dragged him toward the same room where no one showed up all those years ago. Only this time, you stepped through the door of the dark room, and the lights flickered on revealing the place decorated with black and red streamers, a huge banner, and all of his friends already there.

“Surprise! Happy birthday, Eddie!” He looked around in shock. This was the last thing he expected. 

“Family emergency, huh?” Eddie questioned, a small smile playing on his lips. 

You shrugged and smiled at him sheepishly, “I wasn’t exactly lying, I consider everyone here my family.”

Eddie enjoyed the party, talking and laughing with everyone. He ate his weight in pizza and cake like he did with Wayne years ago and opened the large number of gifts that filled one of the tables. 

You leaned over after some time and whispered to Eddie, “you wanna skate?”

“Um, I don’t know about that. You know I don’t really know how,” Eddie replied.

You bumped shoulders with him and smiled, “Come on, I’ll teach you. It will be fun!”

You dragged him out of his seat and to the front counter to get skates. After lacing the skates, you slowly led Eddie to the rink.

“How the hell are you doing this so effortlessly? I mean you’re skating backward, for Christ's sake!” Eddie’s eyes were wide. His hands gripped yours tightly, afraid you would let him fall. 

“I’ve just had a lot of practice. Okay, I’m gonna walk you through it now,” Eddie shook his head no, his hair moving with him. “Eddie, you can do this! Now space your legs to where they are even with your shoulders and squat a bit.”

“Like this?” Eddie followed your instructions. You laughed as he stuck his butt out in the air.

“Yep, just like that! Turn your leg outward a bit and take a small push with your left leg. Look, you’re moving! Now do it with the other leg and just keep alternating, pushing side to side. You’re doing great, Eddie!” 

When Eddie had good momentum, you tried to release your hands. He tightened, not letting you pull away, “Woah! What are you doing?” 

“I’m gonna let go now and see how you do,” you laughed and let go of his hand:. He faltered a bit but regained his balance.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad, but uh, how exactly do I stop? Because that wall keeps getting closer,” you didn’t have a chance to reply before Eddie lost his balance and flew forward, knocking you both to the ground.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry!” Eddie looked at you, hair in disarray. He rolled off you and helped you into a sitting position. You looked at each other for a minute, then burst out into laughter. 

“That’s gonna leave a nasty bruise,” you winced. “I think you should stick to guitar, skating doesn't really seem to be your thing.”

Eddie threw his head back and let out a booming laugh, “I tried to tell you!”

You sat in silence as you both tried to catch your breath. This moment couldn’t have been more perfect. Eddie looked at you, grabbed your chin gently, and pulled you into a kiss. “I can’t thank you enough for this. It really was a badass party. And maybe birthdays aren’t so bad, at least not when I have you around.”

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[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

Euclid- E.M.

Okay, I put a rush on this so I could have it out before I leave for my anniversary trip tomorrow, and I need to warn you, it is brutal. You can listen to the song I drew inspiration from here: https://youtu.be/DDdByJYUVeA

It's been months since Eddie cheated on you, and life has been hell as you try to heal. But when the chance comes, are you able to take him back?

Separate Ways (Pt. 1) - Part-Time Lover (Extra)

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TW- 18+ Minors DNI, smut, angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of drinking, panic attacks, cursing, pining, mutual pining, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweet girl), oral (f receiving), fingering, pnv, protected sex (Wrap before you tap, besties <3), all around shitshow of feels and lots of crying

Pairings- Eddie X Reader, Bestfriend!Robin X Reader

Word Count- 7,698

The phone rang at least twice a day, but you didn’t pick it up. Not when you knew who would be on the other side. It’s been like this for the past couple months, and your eyes start watering of their own will every time you hear it, wishing so badly you could just throw the phone at the wall and smash it into a million pieces. Why can’t he just give it a rest? Take a hint? He should know by now that you want nothing more to do with him, not after everything he did to you. 

You still wake up smiling every few days, dreams of him on brighter days dancing across the backs of your eyelids fading into the grim reality that he forced you to see just a few months ago as you wake up alone again, and again, and again. You still touch the space in the hollow of your neck, grasping at a necklace that no longer resides there for a comfort you can never seem to find. He broke you. Eddie broke you.  

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to be married to him by now. In some parallel universe, you had graduated high school with full honors, and you had been able to make your journey back to Hawkins to spend the rest of your life with the man you loved to the ends of the earth. But not this one. In this one, you laid in agony day after day wishing that the man you loved had loved you enough to wait for you just a little longer before turning into the arms of another.  

“Sweetheart?” A sliver of light breaks through the darkness of your room as your mom opens the door. You wipe your face of stray tears and sniff back the snot threatening to drip from your nose as you sit up to talk to her. “Are you hungry? I was thinking about getting from that place you love over by the movie theater,” Your mom has been so good to you, even after all of the venom you spent on her and your dad when you were forced to move here. Now it was like a little slice of heaven on most days. You never had to worry about seeing Eddie around town. He’d be stupid to show up here, especially unannounced.  

You nod to your mom, your voice hoarse as you respond, “Yeah, that would be great mom. Thank you,” She gives you a soft smile, knowing how hard it is for you on these kinds of days. The days where you can’t seem to get him out of your head.  

“Okay, I’ll be back soon then,” She starts closing the door, but she opens it back up to say something else, “I hate to ask, sweetie, but I’m expecting a call at some point tonight from the carpet people to confirm our appointment for this weekend. Your father should be home soon, but if you hear the phone before he gets here, would you mind grabbing it?” She looks at you apologetically as the pit forms in your stomach, but you nod anyway, giving her a fake smile.  

“Yeah, I can do that, no problem,” Your fingers find dried pieces of skin to pick around one of your thumbs, and you pull one that was too fresh. You can feel the live skin pulling away and you know you’ll bleed.  

“Thank you, honey. I’ll be back soon,” She closes the door then, softly clicking the handle back into place as you’re enveloped in darkness again. You heave a heavy sigh, throwing your head back against your pillow before rubbing your down your face to hopefully wipe off some of the sleepiness from your eyes. You click the light on next to your bed and contemplate getting up. You don’t want to fall back asleep before your mom gets home with the food she kindly offered to get you. 

You sigh again as you decide to at least go to the bathroom and get something to drink, so you heave your legs over the side of your bed and slip them into your house shoes before quietly padding your way down the hallway to the bathroom, then the kitchen for a glass of water. You drink it down and refill it, taking a few more big gulps before setting it to the side and going to get plates out of the cabinet for dinner. 

As you set the table, your blood runs cold when you hear the phone ring shrilly on the opposite wall from you, nearly dropping the forks in your hand as you jolt to attention. It’s a daunting task to walk over, and so you take your time putting the forks down in a heap on the table before trudging over to the dock and gingerly picking it up. You put it to your ear and let out a quiet “Hello?” 

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s dad.” You almost cry in relief when you hear his voice over the receiver.  

“Dad, hey what’s up?” You try to calm the shaking in your voice as the adrenaline seeps from your system, but it’s no use.  

“I’m gonna be a little later getting home than I thought. I need to go by the Xerox place before they close to copy a few things. Just ask your mom to put my dinner in the microwave for me?”  

“Yeah, sure. I can do that,” 

“Okay, thanks lovebug. I’ll see you soon,”  

“Okay, love you, dad.” He hangs up the phone and you go back to your task of setting the table. Just as you finish, the phone rings again, and you walk over a little more confidently this time, your fear having subsided a bit after taking the first call.  

“Hello?” There’s no sound from the other end for a moment, and you’re thinking this might end up being an automated message when you finally hear him. 

“Y/N?” Your stomach falls down to your feet, and you waste no time slamming the phone back into its place, your hands breaking out in a cold sweat. The phone rings again right after, and you panic, torn between answering and letting it ring. But you promised your mom, and so you pick it up again, and, terrified, you hold the phone to your face. 

“Y/N, just give me five minutes, please. That’s all I ask!” Your breath trembles uncontrollably, but you find yourself more angry than sad right now. Enough is enough. 

“Eddie!” His name feels like a sweet, sweet poison falling from your tongue, “All I asked was for you to wait for me, to love me. And you couldn’t do that. So, for the love of God, just leave me the fuck alone!” You slam the phone back down, sobs starting to crack from your burning chest, hot tears spilling over your cheeks. You hide your face in your hands, trying to control your breathing and calm down enough to at least see so you can sit at the kitchen table, but it’s all too much. You let yourself fall to the floor and wrap your arms around your knees as you continue to sob, your mouth hanging open to let all the sounds trapped inside you free while you have time alone.  

Your mom finds you there, still crying loudly as she opens the door from the garage, food bag in hand before she rushes over and sits next to you, pulling your face into her chest to rock you back and forth, smoothing your hair lovingly as you fall to pieces once again. 

That wasn’t the last call from Eddie, but it was the second to last. The next day, you came home from work to a voicemail on the machine. Normally, you would instantly delete it to try to save yourself another breakdown, but this time you listened, wanting to know what he would’ve said to you last night if you had given him the chance. “Y/N, I- I'm sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you, and I’m sorry for not being able to leave you be. I just... You’re like a ghost in my hallway, I can’t sleep without you. I see you in everything, and I can’t get you out of my mind. I love you, so much, and I know that that’s probably the most selfish thing I’ve ever said, but I can’t let you go without telling you that one last time. But if there is some, small, tiny, selfless part of you that could love me again, no, even just forgive me... Call me. Whenever you have the time,” Your finger hovers over the delete button after the machine beeps, but you can’t bring yourself to do it, the sound of his voice is like a shot of heroin, even through the slight slur no doubt due to more than a couple of drinks. 

Without him ringing your phone off the hook every day, it becomes a little easier to start forgetting him. You start to smile more, take more time to enjoy the things you used to, like riding your bike and baking with your mom. You even call Robin, who you haven’t talked to since she so kindly helped you get home after you found Eddie and Chrissy Cunningham together in her car.  

You’ve missed her terribly, and you ache to tell her everything that’s been happening with Eddie calling, and even the voicemail you kept, but you can’t bring yourself to dredge it all up. Instead, you talk about having her over soon, since school is out. You’ve let yourself develop favorite places here, and you’d love to show them to her. She wildly accepts, rapidly talking about dates that would be best for her, and soon you’ve got a trip planned for late July. 

Your calls with Robin get more frequent after, and she fills you in on everything outside of Eddie going on in Hawkins. “Steve’s starting classes at the community college in the fall. He says he’s gonna do a business major like his dad, but I think you and I both know he’s gonna end up switching before the first semester is even over. Oh, and Nancy just got an internship at a major newspaper ever since she wrote that article about those toxic fertilizers being sold all over Indiana...” You smile as she tells you everything, taking it all in as you let yourself really miss Hawkins for the first time in a while. It’s so odd now, thinking about it. You spent the first 18 years of your life there, and now it all almost feels like a dream. 

You get your first college acceptance letter in late June, and another just a couple days later. You were always a good student, but after you left Eddie, things went really downhill those last few weeks of school. You almost didn’t even pass your finals. Thankfully, your GPA was so good that it didn’t do too much to your overall grading, but it still definitely affected your choice of schools. Washington State accepted you with a half ride scholarship, and the University of Utah accepted you with a $3000 grant to help with the tuition. You didn’t get into University of California, Irvine, but it wasn’t your first choice anyway. Your parents celebrate with you with a nice dinner out, and you think about the opportunities you would’ve lost had you gone back to Hawkins and settled for the community college there. You’ve been wanting to go into Nursing since you started high school, and with the scholarship to Washington State, it makes that dream much more real.  

You scream in delight as Robin pulls into your driveway, having been watching out the window for the last hour expecting her arrival. You rush out the door as she parks and embrace her tightly the moment she steps out of her car. “I can’t believe you’re here!” You cry in delight, squeezing her so hard Robin feels like her eyeballs are about to explode from their sockets, not that she cares. She hugs you back with just as much force, so happy to see her best friend again.  

“I know! I’ve missed you so much! How are you?” She asks as you separate. You give a contemplative smile as you think of the right words to say. 

“Up and down, you know. But right now, I am super Up since you’re here!” You laugh, pulling her into another hug, much lighter this time now that you’ve both gotten your initial excitement out of your systems. You help her haul her bags into your house, taking her upstairs to the guest room she’ll be staying in for the next week while she’s here.  

“This is nice! Much bigger than your old house!” Robin comments, looking around the soft blue painted room.  

“Yeah, with my dad’s new job, the company he works for gave him some assistance to buy a new house out here along with the pay raise, so we got a good deal on it after everything was said and done,” You shrug. It is a nice house, you suppose. But something about it just doesn’t feel like home. It never has. 

“That’s awesome! So, what kind of fun stuff do we have planned for this week?” Robin asks as she sits on the bed. You sit next to her, doing an excited wiggle as you tell her everything. 

“So, there’s a festival going on this weekend downtown, so we’re definitely going to that. And we can hit the roller rink, go to the movies, and we have a pretty cool mall here, so we can go hang out there too! And we just got a hot tub last month, so I hope you brought a swimsuit!” Robin’s smile grows wider as you list off all of the fun things you can do, oohing and ahhing at all of the options. 

“Well,” She says, lifting her eyebrow playfully, “I definitely think we should start with the hot tub!” You laugh as she gets up, flipping her suitcase over to dig out her bikini. 

“Okay! Get changed and I’ll go get it ready for us!” You’re practically skipping down the stairs with joy when you gently close the door behind you, just so happy to have one of your favorite people back after so long. 

As the days pass, you and Robin talk nonstop about how your lives are going, usually either walking around the mall, some icy treat in your hands, or lounging in your backyard, soaking up the sun. You’ve been getting a bit curious as to the whereabouts of Eddie and what he’s been up to, but you’re almost afraid to hear the answer. Finally, after it eats right through you, you ask as you and Robin sit on your patio, sharing a plate of watermelon, ice clinking against your glass as you take a sip of sweet tea. “So, what’s Eddie been up to?” You ask casually, trying to veil the nervousness as you bat your lashes innocently at Robin, whose face has fallen. 

“He’s...” Her face contorts, like she’s trying to find a way to put it gently. Your stomach does flips in your abdomen as you wait, as both possible answers are ones you dread. “Are you sure you want to know?” Your façade cracks, but only for a moment before you pull yourself back together and nod. It’s gonna be bad no matter how you slice it. Either he’s doing great and moved on, probably with Chrissy, or he’s doing so badly he’s drowning, just like you have been for the better part of this year. Your voice comes out more serious, and a bit sad as you let your eyes fall from Robin’s sympathetic gaze. 

“Yeah, I think I do.” You hear Robin take a gulp of air, chewing on the answer you wish she’d just spit out. 

“He’s not doing too great,” You look up at her, but she’s not looking at you anymore. She’s fidgeting with her fingers as she thinks of the right words to say. “I don’t really see much of him anymore, but Steve still does, and he says that Eddie’s been kind of wallowing in self-hatred ever since you left that day. All I know is that the last time I saw him, it looked like he hadn’t slept in days...” Your heart pounds loudly in your throat as you hang onto her every word, and your iron grip on your cup almost makes you afraid it’s going to shatter in your hands. 

“When was that? When did you see him last?” You almost sound like you’re pleading for the answer, and Robin’s eyes are soft on yours as she replies. 

“He came in to rent a movie last week.”  

So, he’s been in just as much pain as you have been, and suddenly, it all comes crashing around you. It’s like your chest is full of thick tar, burning white hot up to your throat. You chew the inside of your mouth to keep it all from coming up, and the words he spoke on his last call to you echo in your mind. “But if there is some, small, tiny, selfless part of you that could love me again, no, even just forgive me... Call me. Whenever you have the time,” 

You never told Robin about the gritty details of your Eddie induced depression, but then, it all spills out. You tell her about the incessant calling, all of the breakdowns, panic attacks, second thoughts... All of the hatred and the mind-numbing love you still felt for Eddie. All of it, up to that last call, which you let her listen to on the answering machine. You even admit to her that you listen to it at least once a week, twice if you have a really bad day. You sit with her on the couch in your living room as you let her process it all. 

“Would you ever consider taking him back?” she asks, brows knitted together in confusion. 

“No!” You assert, before your mind starts racing toward the alternative. “Maybe... I don’t know. I don’t know if I could,” Your head falls into your hands as you let out a groan that’s been locked deep inside you. “If he had just not been so fucking stupid, I wouldn’t even have to wonder,” You look back up at Robin as she listens intently to you. “But I dream about him, Robin. Even still, and I wake up so fucking happy until I remember that he’s gone,” You confess. You had even dreamt about him last night, and you remember it so vividly, like you could reach out and feel his warmth right then if you wanted to. 

“Maybe...” Robin begins gently, “Maybe it was just some stupid mistake. Maybe he was drunk when it started, and he just didn’t know how to make it stop,” You give her a look of warning, and she throws her hands up, “I’m not saying it’s a good excuse, but it could just be what happened!” She says, sighing deeply. “Look, all I will say is that I have never seen someone love someone else as much as you two loved each other. I would never tell you that one way or the other is right or wrong, but if it were me, I might have to rethink my decision—especially if it still hurt this much.” She lends a comforting hand to your knee, and you cover it with yours thankfully. “I just want you to be happy, no matter how that happens. You’re my best friend,” A small tear falls from the corner of your eye as you pull her into a tight hug, rocking gently as tears leak onto her sun warmed shoulder.  

As summer turns to fall, your parents start mentioning a trip to Hawkins for Thanksgiving, and your stomach knots around itself every time it’s brought up. You’ve been considering going, but you also don’t know what decision you’ll come to. They would never make you go, of course, but there’s more than one reason to want to go back. Your friends, your family... Eddie.  

You’ve been so close to calling him dozens of times since Robin was there with you, her words and Eddie’s running over and over through your mind like a broken record. You even got halfway through dialing once, before getting too scared and putting the phone back down. You’ve weighed the pros and cons, gone through every possible scenario you can imagine. There’s a chance you wouldn’t even see him, but there’s also the chance that you see him and he’s with someone else now, or he’s not with someone else, but you don’t want him, or maybe you would, or maybe he wouldn’t want you anymore... 

Your mind is madness as the trip nears, and you wish more than ever that you still had the heavy metal ring on the chain around your neck to keep you grounded. You reach for it, only to find the skin bare like every other time you try. It’s like if you wish for it hard enough, one day it’ll appear again, and you’ll have that piece of Eddie back to help you through this.  

Maybe that’s the answer. Maybe the wishing and the brushing of your skin against the base of your throat has been the answer all along. If you’re wishing for Eddie so badly, why don’t you go get him? If nothing else, maybe seeing him again would provide some sort of closure for the both of you.  

Your parents are surprised at your decision to join them, but you don’t let them in on all of the reasons why, out of fear that they’d talk you out of it. You can’t keep living like this, staring at the ceiling and watching the past play over and over of a time when you were truly happy. Of when Eddie was there with you. 

The drive back to Hawkins feels like eternity as you pass through state after state of boring, flat nothingness, but as you start seeing mile signs with the town name on it, the numbers going down as you near your destination, your body starts buzzing with adrenaline. You have to keep your shaking breaths quiet as to not alarm your parents of the turmoil your body and mind are facing as you go over the details of your plan.  

When you pull into the hotel parking lot, you grab your bike out of the trunk first, wanting to have it close by after you haul your bags up to the rooms your parents have booked for the next few days. You told your parents you’re staying with Robin tonight to catch up, which isn’t a lie. You’re planning on going there, after you go to see Eddie.

You contemplated the pros and cons of calling before showing up unannounced, and you decided that if you accidentally caught him with another woman again, you’d probably never recover, and so the week prior, while no one was home but you, you dialed the number you knew by heart, fingers shaking over the numbers. As much as you steeled yourself to hear his voice again, it was like your blood turned to lead when you heard him. 

“Hello?” You took a deep breath, your lungs refusing to calm their trembling. 

“Eddie,” You breathed, trying not to lose your resolve. 

“Y/N?” His voice was hopeful, the pained sting of hearing you after so long was evident.   

“D-do you remember that place in the park we used to meet?” A heat broke out over your face as you waited for him to respond. 

“Yeah, yeah of course, I do,” His voice was just as shaky as yours. It was only a mild comfort as you continued. 

“I’m gonna be in town next week. Meet me there next Wednesday. I think we’ll be getting in around 6 in the evening,” You took another deep breath, closing your eyes to envision the reunion. The best- and worst-case scenarios turning over in your mind like revolving doors. 

“O-okay. I’ll be there. I promise,” His voice thick, almost pleading for you to say more, just so he could hear your voice. 

“Okay. Bye, Eddie,” You hung up before he could say anything else, and you clutched a hand to your chest to try to calm your hammering heart. No backing down, now. You thought.  

You ride your bike hard and fast to the park, scanning with your eyes over the parking lot to find Eddie’s van. You spot it, near the back, and you steel yourself to see him as you hop off before your wheels hit the gravel, walking down the trail at the edge of the tree line and off the path, walking in the memory of the countless times you met Eddie here. As you near the alcove of red, orange, yellow, brown leaves, you see him, and you stop for a moment, not knowing if you can truly bear the weight of seeing him again. But you need this, and you can tell that he does too. His back is turned to you, head in his hands. You can hear him muttering something, but you don’t know what, and so you scan the ground to see if you can find a loose twig to step on to break him out of his inner world. 

Eddie’s head snaps around with the sound of the branch, his eyes red and wet from crying. You approach slowly, and he watches you, his face filled with wonder as he sees you for the first time in 8 months. “Y-Y/N,” He greets you as you stop a few feet away from you, your bicycle still in your hands. He sticks his decorated hands in his pockets, probably to keep himself from pulling you into him, and you take a deep breath, looking everywhere but his face. “What- I mean... How have you been?” The question strikes you deep in your chest. If only he knew.  

“I’m okay, I guess,” You finally muster the strength to look at him, and his eyes say everything. They scan over your face, over your body, remembering every detail like he’s seeing a ghost. “I um, no. That’s a lie. I’m not doing okay,” You feel a thickness in your throat, and you bite it back as you try to keep your composure. “You broke me, Eddie.”  

Eddie looks away from you, then, into the trees, like he’s following the tracks of some scurrying creature in the brush. “I know,” His jaw clenches tightly, and you see his Adam’s Apple bobbing in a swallow that you can tell is pushing down a flurry of words he wishes he could say. 

“What makes it worse, though...” You begin, taking a small step toward him. Eddie’s eyes flick over to you again, his mouth quirking down as he braces himself for the venomous words he undoubtedly deserves. “What makes it worse, is that no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, I can’t seem to stop loving you,” You have to grit your teeth to get the words out clearly, and you clear your throat as you try to keep the tears at bay. Eddie’s face contorts in confusion, his soft, tired brown eyes searching yours for the explanation. 

“What?” He takes a breath, a step, just a few inches closer to you. You still can’t tell if you find it comforting or not, but the magnetism between the two of you is getting stronger. Any closer and you wouldn’t be able to let yourself leave him. “You- you still love me?” Hope fills his features, and it’s like he’s found the fountain of youth. He instantly looks refreshed and rejuvenated, just by hearing the words fall from those perfect lips of yours. 

“But I don’t know if I can forgive you,” You confess, before Eddie can take another step. “Robin told me how hurt you’ve been, and I know that it’s been hell for the both of us, but come on, Eddie! I know you know that whatever pain you’re going through, mine is so much worse. At least you knew what was going on. At least you weren’t blindsided by this- this fucking nuke that fell right on us the minute you decided to take Chrissy home that night!” You’re yelling now, your bike pushed aside into the dirt as tears fall freely from your eyes. You want so badly to step closer to him, to hit him or kiss him or a combination of both, but you keep your distance, needing your mind to stay somewhat clear as you say your piece.  

“I love you, Eddie, but goddamn it, do I fucking hate that I do! Because I remember you and you are like rain in the desert! You are every sunrise and sunset to me, and I can’t even bear to look at them anymore because they remind me of you!” You’re choking your words between sobs now, your knees getting weaker as your breathing grows more erratic. Eddie’s crying too, you can see that through the tears, and his body leans toward you, ready to catch you if you fall.  

“Please, Eddie, please just--” You let out a scream of frustration, not knowing what you want from him, or yourself. You let your knees fall to the soft, leaf covered ground, your arms wrapped around yourself tightly as you sob, tears and snot pouring down your blotchy face, not like you could bring yourself to care. Your eyes are screwed shut so tight you can’t even see the light on the other side of your eyelids, but you can hear the soft crunch of leaves, and Eddie’s warmth as he grabs you, pulling you into him as he rocks the two of you on the ground in the middle of the autumn canopy.  

You push yourself into him, feeling his hands rub your back, his lips pressed hard against the top of your head as he whispers sweet nothings to you as you cry. You can hear him sniffle every once in a while as he cries with you. You finally move so that your arms wrap around him, your face finding its home in the crook of his neck, and you breathe him in. It’s so familiar, so goddamn intoxicating that you don’t ever want to let go. You stay like that for a long time, the tears wetting his t-shirt finally slowing, and then stopping, leaving only trembling limbs and breaths as you cling to each other in the darkening forest. 

“I never stopped loving you,” You hear him whisper into your hair. “Not for a single second. If I could take back every fucking thing I ever did to hurt you, I would in a fucking heartbeat. I would rather die than hurt you again. If you let me, I will spend the rest of my fucking life making sure that you’re happy, Y/N. I miss you every day, every second. I can’t sleep because I’m thinking about you, and when I finally sleep, I dream about you. You’re my everything. You are everything. I will never be able to tell you how fucking sorry I am. Please, baby, please, just give me a chance,” You can feel the warmth of his breath in your hair, his tears like rain gathering in the strands. Your hands clench around his jacket, your head shaking slowly as you try to find the words. 

“I don’t know if I can,” The sound is muffled by his chest, but he hears you, his chest shaking in a choked sob.  

“Just give me tonight, please. Let me love you tonight, and if you never want to see me again, I’ll let you go. I promise, I promise” His voice cracks on the words, repeating the phrase like a mantra, a prayer, a wish for you to say yes.  

You can’t fight the feeling, and you don’t know if you want to, but you lift your head and see Eddie’s face up close for the first time in close to a year. He looks ten years older than the last time you saw him, but he’s still so beautiful. His cheeks and eyes are pink and puffy from all of the emotion of the day, but he’s still there. The Eddie you love. You take a breath and let one of your hands touch his face, sweeping a couple of stray curls from his forehead. His eyes gaze into yours like you’re the key to the whole universe, the meaning of life itself.  

Your fingers trail across his cheekbone, down toward his jaw, across his lips. Your eyes are scanning over wherever you touch, committing every single detail to memory, because this may be the last time you’re this close to him. Your hand comes to cup his jaw, thumb brushing a stray tear from his eyes, and you lean closer, breaths shuddering as your lips gently graze his. Eddie lets you take your time, his eyes fluttering closed as you leave feather light kisses over his lips, just testing the waters. Finally, you slot your mouth against his with a little more weight, and you can feel Eddie’s face contort behind your closed eyes as he holds you even tighter to him. It’s the most dizzying kiss you’ve ever had, filled with every single thing you’ve ever wanted to say to each other. One of Eddie’s hands moves into your hair, carding through the soft strands, and the sound you make is pained and euphoric like nothing you’ve ever heard before. You feel Eddie’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to receive it, relishing in the taste of him as the kiss deepens, the hand not on his face wandering under his shirt to feel the warmth of his abdomen. Eddie suddenly pulls away, his eyes darkened in the fading light of twilight. His hand finds your face as he stares into you. 

“I- I can’t do this here,” He looks around at the darkening forest, crickets starting to chirp in the otherwise still night. “Let me take you home with me,” He whispers, his eyes pleading, his forehead pressing into yours as you feel his sweet breath fan over your face. You give a quick nod, biting your lip as you instantly miss the feeling of his mouth on you. 

“Okay, let’s go home,” Eddie helps you up and grabs your bike, walking it back to his van for you, your arm threaded through the crook of his elbow. It’s quiet, but the air is thick with adrenaline with wanting. When you get back to the gravel parking lot, Eddie’s van is the last vehicle there, standing alone in the new light of the moon overhead like a lighthouse guiding you. 

Eddie hoists your bike into the back of his truck with ease, shutting the double doors with a loud creak before going with you to open your door for you. You don’t let go of him until the last second, and you pull his face to yours in a chaste kiss before you let him close the door for you, running around to the other side to start the car. The chill air is starting to seep into your bones, and you’re thankful when Eddie turns the heat on as he tears out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell, both of you dying to get your hands on each other again.  

The door has barely swung back into place when you and Eddie start tearing your clothes off each other, mouths pressed together, tongue and teeth starting to reacquaint themselves. Eddie presses you into the wall, your back breaking out in goosebumps as your skin hits, but they’re quickly soothed by his rough, warm hands wandering up your bare sides. You feel the vibrations as he moans into your mouth, desperate to feel you again, and can’t say you don’t feel the same. You reach for the button on his jeans when he pulls away, one hand going to grab yours as he shakes his head. “No,” He mutters, pressing warm kisses to your shoulder, up your neck, to just under your ear. “Tonight belongs to you,” He bends down, his arms scooping you up under your thighs as you let out a whimper, and he carries you like this to his bedroom, making lazy patterns on the skin of your collarbone with his lips. He practically kicks his door down, hoisting you up to get a better grip on you as he crosses the threshold before laying you down on his bed. He kneels in front of you, pressing kisses to your hips as his hands find the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling down the zipper as you writhe in need beneath him. “So beautiful,” he mutters into the skin, and you’re suddenly hit with the image of this exact scenario, but rather than you, it’s Chrissy. You feel tears threatening to slip from your eyes again at the thought, but you do everything to push them away, just needing to get through this. You need this, as much as Eddie does. Just try. Forgive him, forgive him, forgive him...  

Your underwear comes down with your pants, and you whine pathetically as you feel Eddie press hot kisses into the meat of your cold thighs, thankful to be pulled away from the disgusting thoughts infiltrating your brain. 

“E-Eddie,” You breathe. It’s so much sensation, more than you’ve felt in a long time, and you already know it won’t take you much to get you over the edge, if only the visions of Chrissy stay away. “Please, Eddie, I need you,” You sob. 

“I know baby, I know,” His lips graze over your dripping core, and his tongue takes a tentative lick, up and down, fingers digging into your hips as he lets out a pained sound. A harsh cry flies from your lips and one of your hands seeks his. “I missed this,” He whispers into you, his tongue finding a rhythm between your thighs. “I missed the fucking taste of you,” He hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading you open a bit more as you grab at his hair. Your hips push into his face on their own, like they’re possessed with pure, wanton need. Eddie helps, pulling you closer with the hand not holding yours, his palm spread over your thigh, fingers pressed into the tender flesh to keep you still as he works you over. 

You don’t know how you’ll be able to take his cock, not when you’re already such a mess for him. You’ve always been sensitive, sure, but this is a whole new world. You’ve been longing for the feeling of him ever since the last time you were together, but it feels like the first time all over again, but even better. “I’m gonna let go of your hand, okay?” He glances up at you, eyes soft as you nod, letting his fingers slip from in between yours. The sounds you make come to a new point of needy and desperate as you feel him slip two fingers into your aching hole. You feel the cold metal of his rings hitting the hot skin there as he pumps in and out, fingertips curling so perfectly up into the velvet walls of your core where he knows will make you melt in his hands. You fist the sheets of his bed in your hand, hot tears slipping from the corners of your screwed-shut eyes as you let go, a white-hot bliss exploding all over your body as he sucks your clit. 

You cry Eddie’s name, a loud sob racking your chest in a crude display of raw, overwhelming emotion. You reach for him, needing him closer, needing his lips on yours so bad it hurts. When Eddie realizes, he wastes no time coming and cradling your body against his bare chest, pressing his lips hard against yours. “I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. I’m not gonna let you go,” He whispers between kisses. Your hands start struggling at the waistband of his pants, trying to push them down as tears continue leaking from the corners of your eyes. One of Eddie’s hands leaves your body only to help you push them down, and he shakes his feet out, kicking them away. “Let’s get comfy, sweet girl, I wanna take good care of you, okay?”  

You nod, still trying to catch your breath from the best orgasm of your life as you scoot back onto the center of the bed. Eddie leaves you for a moment to pull out a foil wrapper from the top drawer of his dresser, the place he always kept them, and another image flashes in your mind of when he did this for Chrissy. How many times was she here in his bed? How many times did Eddie make her cum? How many times did he cum for her?  

Your racing thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of Eddie’s lips on yours again as he kneels between your open legs. “I love you, so much,” He whimpers, one had resting above your head, the other coming to hold your face as he kisses you. But you can’t say it back, not when these images are flashing through your mind. You push them away, further than before, and try to keep your calm as you feel Eddie push into you, stretching you open as you both moan into each other. It’s been so long since you’ve had sex with anyone that it stings almost like it’s your first time, but Eddie goes slow, and soon, he has you worked open on his cock, pumping in and out of you languidly, both of you wanting to savor this feeling. Eddie gives a breath of a laugh, sweet sounds slipping through his lips as he whispers to you, “I- I don’t think I’m going to last, baby. I haven’t done this in a while. And you feel so fucking good. You’re so fucking perfect for me,”  

You wonder if he ever said that to Chrissy. You wonder, you wonder, you wonder, and soon, you can’t think of anything else. Your tears return, but now it’s not from an overwhelm of bliss, but from despair. You can’t forgive him, no matter how hard you try. You cling to him with new purpose, trying to remember every detail, every curve, every blemish, every freckle as you beg for more, wanting to feel what it’s like to unravel for him just one more time. It takes a bit longer than last time as you fight to keep your mind on the sensation, but soon, with Eddie’s sweet words and sounds filling your senses, you feel your core tensing, then fluttering around his cock, clenching tightly over and over again as you ride out your high. Eddie isn’t far behind, and soon, his hips stutter, and he lets out a whimper of your name as he cums.  

Both of you lay there together to catch your breath for a few minutes before Eddie gently pulls out of you to get you both cleaned up. Everything is white noise outside of your brain as you plan your escape. You can’t bring yourself to say it to his face. You’ll have to take the coward’s way out, even though it kills you. 

It doesn’t take long for Eddie’s breaths to even out with you wrapped in his arms, and you wait for a long time before attempting to get up, being as quiet as you possibly can to gather your clothes. As you search for your bra, you notice a chain sitting on Eddie’s dresser, the one he gave you almost a year ago, the promise ring still swinging from its center as you pick it up gently from the dresser. You can’t help but shove it in your pocket, the last piece of Eddie you’ll ever have, before going on to finish getting dressed. 

You have to inch Eddie’s bedroom door open slowly because you know it creaks, but you manage to slip through without having to open it all the way, bringing it back to gently click closed behind you. You grab your shirt from the ground in the living room, then, and go to the kitchen to find something to write on. You may be running away in the middle of the night, but he at least deserves a note explaining why. 

I’m so sorry, Eddie.  

I tried with everything I have, but I just can’t let myself be yours. Not when I can’t stop thinking about all the pretty words you said to Chrissy when it should’ve been me in your bed. I hope you can be the one to forgive me, now. I love you, and I always will. You brought me heaven tonight, for the last time. Thank you. 

You slip out the door, walking briskly toward Eddie’s truck just in case he wakes up, breath coming out in puffs of vapor, the temperature having dropped significantly since you were last outside. You try to open the back doors of Eddie’s van quietly, but it’s nearly impossible as the rust creaks and groans under the pressure. You settle on just one and struggle to haul your bike out, but you do it as quickly as you can, lip pulled between your teeth as the wheels bounce against the gravel driveway. You close the door as quietly as you opened it, which isn’t very, and you hop onto your bike, dashing away from the trailer under the cloak of night, your cheeks and nose freezing as you flee into the night. 

Eddie keeps his word. You never see him again. 

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[hhawks]

BELLYACHE.

✰ starring: hawks/keigo takami x fem!reader ✰ synopsis: as the number two hero, hawks has the ability to do conceivably anything he wants. spend any amount of money, travel to even the most remote places in the world, and even cover up the string of murders committed by the girl he’s deathly in love with. ✰ content: lovesick-to-the-point-of-crime hawks, serial killer on da loose, mentally-ill-but-also-not-really reader, slight domestic vibes, hawks wants to marry a serial killer <3, bloodlust, mentions of addiction, a liiiittle bit of consumption imagery, medical/anatomical problems because i'm Not a biology student i had to call my stem brother for advice ✰ warnings: descriptive murder, killing, wee bit of gore, clinical insanity tbh, INTENSE daddy kink, overstimulation, face fucking, somnophilia, mild dubcon at the end <3  ✰ word count: 14.1k ✰ a/n: it’s kinda fucked up but also not fucked up enough to warrant like, a psychiatric visit for me. part of my own one with the wind collab for the love of myyy lifeeeeee <3 lowkey self indulgent i just want to murder people

he lifts the police tape up with one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. the morning is gloomy, clouds on the precipice of pouring down tears, the air humid. it's one of those days he wishes he could spend at home, but alas; duty calls.

"what are we lookin' at?" he asks, sipping his latte. it's a little on the bitter side even though he'd asked specifically for extra sugar, but it'll be fine. he winces, swallowing anyway.

"mr hawks," the officer greets him. "good morning. it's another case."

"of?" stupid question. it's too early in the morning for his brain to function at maximum capacity, so it takes him a few seconds before he shakes his head. "oh. forget i asked."

"that's no problem mr. hawks," the officer nods nonchalantly. "the same lookup. drained of blood, needle puncture wounds in the wrists, elbows. sliced open from collarbone to diaphragm." they both look at the body on the ground, a pale girl with blonde hair, dark eyes wide open in a permanent state of shock. hawks almost feels bad for the girl, stripped naked down to her hips, her flesh split. he hopes the incision was made at least after she had died.

"so all the same markings of the crimson reaper then?" he takes another swig of his coffee. the girl definitely put up some kind of fight, with bruises on her arms, hands. but, as always, nothing of the killer is left on her body. not any skin under her nails, not any fingerprints. the crimson reaper knew what they were doing. they always do.

the officer nods, their cap tipped almost over their green eyes, hair tucked neatly into a bun. hawks looks down at them as they look at their notepad. "without a doubt," they say grimly. "that's the fourth case this month."

hawks remembers the day he was assigned to the case of the crimson reaper. he, endeavour, best jeanist; all of the top-ranking pro-heroes were called into the same hero safety public commission conference room on a monday morning, one just like this. gloomy, threatening to rain down judgement on the streets of musutafu. the president ran a hand through her hair, somehow greyer than it had originally been, eyes tired and sunken in. "good morning president," hawks chirped, trying to brighten the mood. "you look chipper as ever."

"thank you, mr. takami," she said, her tone clipped, blunt. "i'm sure all of you know why we've gathered you in here." of course they did. almost all of the pro-heroes were in the know of them, their signature killing style of draining the victim completely of their blood while still alive through various needles in the victim's arms and elbows, before slicing their chest open to leave a single, bright red rose petal.

dubbed the crimson reaper, this killer has ravaged the streets of musutafu, instilling fear within the hearts of the citizens. no one has any idea who it could be; the hero commission have vowed a full investigation into finding them, dead or alive. the crimson reaper doesn't discriminate; there have been no found connections or patterns in the victims that they take; only that they all end up with the same rose petal nestled safely between their lungs.

the problem, though, lay with the fear of the people. "we cannot let the crimson reaper take away the ability of the citizens to feel safe walking along streets, or in their homes," the president briefed. "we need to find this sick, twisted psycho, and bring them to justice."

23 cases in six months. it was beginning to be a persistent worry in the minds of many pro-heroes, but hawks especially. he had a weird, personal affinity to each case, and plus, the hspc president put him on the spot when she asked, "takami, we want you to be the leading agency on this case." and being their number one lackey, he couldn't say no.

so here he is. a small drizzle is breaking out above him now, and he watches the officers scramble to set up the tentage between the two walls of the alleyway, careful not to let rain tamper with the evidence. he looks up, at the crack between rain clouds and how a trickle of sunlight wedges its way between them. a blessed morning, despite everything.

hawks crouches by the body, looking for anything out of the ordinary, different from the previous cases. examines the clean, precise incision along the victim's chest, pink and crimson blending into a strangely beautiful medley of flesh and blood. the flaps of flesh have been stretched, pulled away, the gaping gash of her chest exposing her lungs and her heart, with the crimson reaper's signature left in the very middle; a single rose petal.

"i'm going to look around and see if any of the shops around have cctv," he announces, not taking his eyes off the woman. that poor soul. "finish with the photos, bag anything that could be of use and send the body to the morgue. also, any ID on her?"

"she has a school access card under the cover of her phone," one of the other officers pipes up, pointing at a phone left on the ground, a clear case with a blue and white student card in it. "name's kaida tomita."

"great," hawks gets to his feet, taking another swig of his coffee. "find friends, family, whatever you can. i want to know where she was the night she died, where she lives, everything."

there's a soft chorus of "yes sir!" as he walks off, nodding at them with a charming grin on his face. he tucks his wings closer to his body, careful not to move or touch anything at the scene of the crime. ducking under the yellow and black police tape, the rain greets him once more, small puddles of rain water gathering along the sidewalk. he walks, taking a right out onto the main road, looking for competent shops that may have had some kind of security footage that captures the alleyway.

something catches his eye. something not quite fitting with the colour palette, the doom and gloom of this dingy alleyway with a dead corpse mutilated on the ground. a flash of pink in the peripherals of his vision, laying haphazardly on the ground next to a pair of trashcans. hawks bends down, squinting slightly before sighing. one white glove, a gash tearing through it from the opening down to the base of the index finger. he picks it up and stuffs it in his back pocket, before straightening and continuing his walkaround.

it proves fruitless; the crimson reaper sure knows how to choose their locations. nothing but dilapidated shophouses for several streets, no one frequenting the area enough to be asked if anyone had any idea how this poor university girl ended up in an alleyway, completely drained of blood and her chest ripped open for everyone and their god to see. he commends them, just a little for the amount of thought they must have put into their killings. enough that the entirety of the pro-hero industry has almost been run into the ground with how much havoc they're wreaking.

by the time he returns to the scene of the crime, most of it has been cleaned up, the body transported in a bag to be sent for an autopsy. "shall i compile all the notes and have it sent to your agency?" another officer asks him, a pretty, young girl, and he nods.

"that would be great. thanks, darlin'," he gives her a small smile. "thanks for all your hard work here."

she flushes, a slight rosey tint to her pale cheeks. "it's no problem, mr. hawks," she grins back. "thank you for your service to musutafu."

he just manages a weak smile. seeing case after case like this, it's tiring. it's a shame to tell how used to it he's gotten, but there's no point in denying that he's at that point where waking up to a new pager specifically for this case just filled him with annoyance rather than dread. but he keeps his head up and keeps working. because that's the promise he made as a hero. to serve, and to protect.

"baby, i'm home."

keigo drops his bags by the door, and just like every single day before this, is greeted by approaching footsteps and the smell of apple honey. "daddy!" he hears, and the way his shoulders relax and the apples of his cheeks tip upwards as he sees you.

you, the picture of perfection, your plush legs and arms wrapping around him. "oh my god, i missed you so much today." you breathe into his neck, smelling of sweat and hero work and a long day, and a twinge of his expensive cologne lying under all of that. "it's been so long."

he chuckles, spinning you around. "it's barely been a couple of hours," he chides you playfully. "missed your daddy that much, huh?"

"i miss you all the time," you whine. "you need to quit your job and stay home with me all day."

that earns a hearty laugh out of him, and a warm, wet kiss on your forehead. "tell that to the hero commission, princess. you know how much i'd love to stay in bed with you all day."

you step on his toes, wrapping your arms around him as he waddles the both of you into the kitchen. it's spick and span, always is, with a couple of dishes left of the drying rack and half a ham and cheese sandwich lying on a plate. "were you eating that, princess?"

you shake your head. "ate the other half an' got full," you beam up at him. "left it 'cause i knew you'd want it."

he chuckles. "you know me too well," keigo reaches for it, letting you bridge the gap between it and his outstretched hand, passing the sandwich along. "how was your day? you managed to catch up on your sleep after staying up all night last night?" he pinches your cheek, and you giggle, swatting him away.

"yes! yes, i did, i did," you nuzzle against his neck. "was so boring at home without you though. been thinking about you all day," your words turn breathy, pushing yourself into him more and more and more, as if you were trying to fuse the two of you together. your voice drops low, a murmur barely audible to him. "couldn't wait for you to get home."

keigo smiles. he knows exactly what you mean what you say that, but he wants to hear it from your mouth directly. "is that so, baby girl?" he shifts you, hoists you by your waist up onto the kitchen counter. "couldn't wait for me to get home?"

you whimper, shaking your head, nuh uh. "couldn't," you stutter, spreading your legs just a little bit. "needed— needed to touch."

"touch?" he asks, voice mocking innocence. "touch what, baby?"

you whine, a little embarrassed by his question. "you know what i mean." the tension between you is palpable, and you need him to step in the gap you've made between your legs. "daddy."

"i don't think i do," keigo munches on his half of the sandwich, feigning complete obliviousness to your advances. "think you need to tell me what you mean, darling."

you groan, head tipping back in annoyance as you find his hand in yours and pull him closer to you. "needed you to touch me," you murmur, shy. you guide him up your thigh, his thick fingers, calloused from hero work so rough and skittish against your plush, soft skin. a shudder runs up your spine. "right here."

his hand ends up right between your thighs, your hands, tiny compared to his, holding his wrist in place as his fingers brush up against the thin cotton of your shorts. "ah," he exclaims, a little exaggerated. "my little princess cunt needed some attention from daddy, is that it?"

you nod vehemently, relishing in every purposeful brush of his knuckles against the damp spot right in the middle of your shorts. "mmhm," you hum happily. "missed you so bad today, daddy."

"yeah?" he steps closer to you, pressing his chest to yours, his hand still toying with your cloth-covered cunt. "gorgeous baby. so desperate for cock, aren't you?"

you whine. his words, so crude, so blunt but so true. it makes you flush furiously, shyness creeping up on you slowly, heat pooling between your clenching thighs. "for daddy's cock," you agree, looking up at him with begging eyes. "wan'— wan' daddy's cock so bad."

keigo kisses your forehead. "have you been a good girl for me today?" he asks, slipping your shorts to the side, toying with the slick that coats your pussy, stroking up and down slowly.

it's so sensitive you can barely speak, just the ghostly touch of his fingers, the featherlight intention behind every stroke. you don't want to answer him because, well, you haven't been. you're growing impatient with how he's taking his time with you, stretching out your time with one another. but you've been aching, throbbing for him all fucking day, so you squeeze his wrist harder, forcing him to stay where you want him to.

"baby," he warns. "don't be bad."

you grind helplessly against his hand, relieving all the pent up need and stress as you rut your hips pathetically up and down his fingers. "fuck me," you demand. "i need you to fuck me."

keigo tuts. a soft, yet sharp sound against his tongue. "disobedient slut," he murmurs. watching tears spring into your eyes as you hump his hand, too much to handle but too little to cum. it's the perfect torture for you; to make you desperate for him, and yet never give in to you in his entirety. "fuckin' so eager for me, huh?"

you ignore his punchy words, whimpering against his fingers. your thighs are aching a little from the position, the constant move of your hips against his thick fingers. "fuck me," you demand again. "daddy, daddy," you paw at his trousers, trying to undo his belt.

but you don't get far before he smacks your hands, harshly to make you stop. "stop it," he scolds, a low growl in his voice. "you're being so disobedient right now." he snatches his hand from between your thighs, tuning out your whines of protest and yanks you by the back of your neck. "get up."

you have no choice, the pinch on the back of your neck forcing you to comply. you get up and he pushes you down in front of him, down on your knees putting you in the eyeline of the bulge in his pants. your eyes light up just looking at it, your hands uncontrollable as they come up to paw at his buckle, undoing it. such an easy little thing, keigo thinks. just need some cock in your mouth and you're all good for me.

he helps you get his buckle undone, your soft, trembling fingers pulling down the hem of his trousers. the smell of him is intoxicating, the reeking stench of sweat and work and burnt ashes as you bury your nose in the crevice between his boxers and his thigh. you look at him and he looks at you and your pupils are dilated, almost frenzied. “my little nympho girlfriend,” he chuckles. “you’d die for my cock, wouldn’t you?”

you don’t have to answer. the hitch in your breath does it for you. the way your lip quivers and you can’t seem to find the words to protest. keigo just snickers. just pets your hair, and cradles your cheek against the hard bulge in his boxers. “answer me.”

“‘d die for your cock,” you whisper, daring enough to let your tongue poke out of your mouth, licking up his cock through the fabric. “i’d die for it, wanna ride it.” you pout, looking up at him. a breath leaves him in a shudder.

“go on, then.” he murmurs, cupping the back of your head. “take it out.”

your fingertips, cautious and reluctant, dig into the waistband of his boxers, and your teeth baring to bite the fabric softly. it comes down slowly, stretching over his hips, the apex of his thighs until his cock springs free, and your mouth begins to water. every single time you pull out keigo’s cock it surprises you. and every single time it does, he chuckles at your reaction, your eyes widening, your mouth gaping uncontrollably. it boosts his ego just a little bit, the way you shake quite a little, your fingers trembling with anticipation.

don’t think i’ll ever get tired of this. 

you take your tongue and lick up a fat stripe from the base to the tip of his cock, worshipping his frenulum, sucking the head of his cock. you don’t think you’ll ever stop thinking it’s the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen in your sorry life. keigo shudders under your touch, the hand cupping the back of your head instinctively pushing towards him, forcing your cheek pressed up against his cock. the course hairs on his pelvis, shimmering and blonde, tickle your skin and you stop to giggle for a second. 

“let me,” you’re insistent, squirming out of his hold and rearing back. “let me,” you repeat, dropping your jaw to fit the thick, mushroom tip of his cock into your mouth. it’s a lot, it always is; sure, keigo wasn’t the tallest guy, but he made up for it in how thick his cock was. in stature, the broadness of his shoulders, the thickness of his waist. even now, it’s a chore to work his cock into your warm, waiting mouth, but he had to control himself, not buck his hips forward and push the seam of your lips apart. you work to get the cock fully in your mouth, suckling and slurping on with, making obscene sounds. they’re music to his ears, he smiles, the sounds of you choking and gagging on his cock as he watches you swallow it down to the hilt. 

“that’s it, good girl. good girl, taking all of daddy’s cock like that. fuck,” he seethes. “daddy’s gonna use your mouth now, okay? just keep your jaw— yeah, just like that. yeah, good fuckin’ girl.” his fingers twist into your hair, his other hand coming down to cup your cheek as he pistons in and out of your mouth. his breathing’s laboured, fucking his pretty girlfriend’s mouth like a pussy. 

you choke back a moan every time the tip of his cock rams into the back of your throat. you’re quite used to this, to be honest; being used as a tool for keigo’s pleasure, but it made you even wetter hearing the whimpers and whines drool out of his mouth like liquid gold, knowing that you’re the reason he’s feeling so good right now. so you relax your jaw and let him use you the way he needs. because you can’t deny the fact that the space between your thighs is growing hot, slick with your own arousal as your lips stretch open with every thrust.

and then keigo’s pulling out of your mouth, tapping your cheek with his cock drenched in your spit. you whine, “you didn’t cum.”

“don’t wanna cum in your mouth today,” he murmurs. “c'mon. up."

he should get you a collar and a leash, he thinks. just so he can yank you along where he wants you, and god knows you'd follow him on all fours. you're pliable today, and thank god for that because he needs to sink his fat cock inside of you before he blows his load on the carpet. keigo tugs you along to the bedroom and shoves you down onto your stomach on the bed, knees hitching up. digs a hand under your hips and raises your ass.

"show me that pretty pussy," he whispers, cheek pressed against the fat of your ass. he can see the outline of your puffy pussy through the thin jersey cotton of your pajama shorts, fat and drooling. his fingers dig into your hips, warm tips slipping under the waistband. "no panties?" he asks, and even with your head in the pillows, back arched for him, you can hear the smug look on his face.

"no panties," you answer, a deep sigh into the pillows. you can't see what he's doing, but you pray to god he'll let you off and just fuck you till you're a sobbing, drooling mess. so it comes unexpected to you, but not unwelcome, when his hand rears back and lands on your ass with a loud smack. you squeal loudly, flinching at the contact but he stops you, wrapping a strong arm around your hips.

"stop running," he says, the low timbre of his voice, nearing a growl, making you stop in your tracks. even you, the biggest brat keigo's ever seen, wouldn't dare disobey him like this. "wanna act like a desperate whore, you get treated like one, yeah?"

the sheets become acquainted with your drool as he continues with you, landing a succession of spanks; one for every time you "disobeyed" him, asked for too much, stepped out of line. this is what he knows you love, being put in your place, him having his way with you. at the back of his mind he'd rather kiss you sweetly, have you on your back facing him, fucking you slow as he watches your eyes roll back with every kiss his cock delivers to your cervix, but this; this is what you need. a rough, harsh fuck, battering your ass and your pussy till you're raw and red and begging him to stop. until you stop being a brat, and you listen to what he has to say.

"fuck me," you cry out, muffled into the pillow. he pauses, smoothing a big palm along the redness of your asscheek. "daddy— please, please."

he leans down, draping himself over your back. "what was that?"

"daddy," you beg, his title so sweet on your tongue. like honey, dripping gold. "please fuck me."

keigo hums. "finally decided you're gonna be good for me, then?" he sits back on his haunches, hands gripping your hips. "finally mellowed down into the good girl i know?" you wish you could shut him up, but with his big, rough hand pinning your neck down there's no way for you to speak, no way for you to glower at him. so you lie there and you take it, take every burning fingerprint he scalds into your skin, the unpleasant sting of the cold air against your abused, reddened skin. he peels down your shorts, watching the way your slicked up pussy drools for him now, strings of arousal latching on to the soaked fabric as he peels it away.

your pussy clenches around nothing, exposed to the cold air. a small whine rips through your throat; wriggling your thighs slightly. "c'mon," you whimper. but keigo stays put. watches the mesmerising slick of your pussy, puffy folds all on display for him to watch. "it's embarrassing!" you protest, trying to get him to do something, anything. but if keigo's good at one thing, it's putting you in your place.

smack. you recoil as another excruciating blow lands on the fat of your ass, right where your thighs meet your cheeks. "behave. you get what i give you, when i give it to you. got it?"

you whimper quietly. keigo doesn't like that. doesn't like when you hide your answers from him. so he grabs you, stuffs two fingers in your mouth and pulls, forcing your head up painfully. "got it?"

"yeth!" you cry, muffled around his fingers. wincing, he lets you down, a rare gentleness in his rough hands. he smoothes a hand down your back, shushing your soft sniffles.

"prettiest fuckin' pussy," he whispers, and you can feel the hot breath against your skin. "gonna fuck you now, okay?"

a thrill skittles down your spine when you hear those words, your back arching, ass humping back. "yes, yes please," you breathe, twisting your neck so you can look back at him, kneeling over you. his boxers are shucked down to his knees, positioning himself at your cunt, and you can feel it; the slow, agonising rub of the tip of his cock against the slit of your pussy, threatening to fuck it open, stretch you out. "daddy— oh, fuck me!"

there's a line between demanding and begging, and you toe it every single day. you better thank you gods that keigo's ears deep in love with you that he overlooks it, that he chuckles to himself as the fat mushroom tip of his cock catches against the slit and pushes in. the both of you hiss, the contact of his cock in your gummy walls so familiar and yet you're completely thrown off by the sheer girth of him stretching your ill-prepared hole. no matter how many times you and keigo fuck, how many times he has you cumming on his cock beforehand, the first breach of his cock in your pussy will always sting. you clutch the bedsheets in your fist, silk bunching up and shielding your palms from the onslaught of your sharp fingernails.

he heaves a breath, leaving his lips with a shudder as his hands grip your flesh. tightening around the fat of your hips, he sinks himself deep into your eager, drooling pussy. "princess," he drapes his body over yours, broad shoulders and thick waist and so big over you. "god, princess, let me in."

it's so much, too much for your tight pussy to handle. "'m trying," you mumble. "s-slow down."

keigo chuckles, mouthing at your shoulder. "not so big and bad anymore, huh? where's my feisty little girl gone?"

it always happens. you just need a little bit of cock in your pussy and you're reduced to a blabbering, slobbering mess on the sheets, your hips mindlessly pushing back onto keigo's cock as you beg him to slow down. he could still himself and just kneel behind you and you'd find a way to fuck yourself to orgasm without him moving an inch. you may be a brat, may disobey him for a second to paw at his cock, but keigo knows all you need is a cock inside you and you're right as rain for him.

today is no different, he thinks as you fuck yourself back on his cock, watching your pussy stretch around him and swallow him down to the hilt. it's mesmerising, borderline insane the way you suck him in, the way you fuck him until you're satisfied and don't stop for a second until you're done. even with your head buried in the pillows you have control, squeezing the length of his dick until he's breathless.

"s-stop that," he stutters, his hand sliding up your back, pinning your neck to the pillows. "you're squeezin' me too tight, birdy."

and you can't answer, hands flailing, fingers flexing with the weight of him mounting you. you can feel him so, so deep inside you, it's like he's in your throat, pushing past your thoughts and residing in the forefront of your mind. "c-can't... 'elp it," you manage, a half hearted sorry dripping from your lips like the drool leaking out the side of your mouth. it's messy, overwhelming, but god if it's the only thing you live for.

keigo ruts into you, one leg planted on the bed by the side of your torso, holding your hips and bouncing you back onto his cock. "is that good?" he grunts, his sweat-slick hair falling into his eyes. "you like that, princess?"

"love it," you slur, dizzy from how deep his cock is pressing inside you. every single thrust feels like it's breaking the wall of your cervix, the slight sting of pain whenever he rams his cock as far as it'll take him. "h-haah," your fists tangle in the sheets before letting go, your right hand drifting down between your body and the sheets to find your clit, the sensitive bud dripping with slick, puffy and neglected. the first fingers make contact with it and your knees almost give out, the sensitivity of your clit sending shocks through your torso, down to your toes and up to your shoulders, a familiar feeling traversing through your veins.

"yeah?" keigo teases, his tongue darting out of his mouth, licking from your shoulder blade to the nape of your neck. "gotta rub your little clit? can't let daddy do all the work now, can you?"

and you whine in response, a pathetic inability to say anything. you can feel him in your throat and you've gone almost brainless with the thickness of him stretching your pretty pussy out. "n-need to," you whisper, shifting your head so you can glance back at him, and when you do, you almost choke.

keigo's the picture of debauchery. his face is tinted pink, ears tipped red and you're sure that if you cradled your palm against his cheek his blood would run so, so warm. he's looking at you with a frenzied look in his eyes, golden melting in his eyes, looking at you wth an intensity that threatens to frighten you. he's looking at you like land to conquer, wings ruffled and spread slightly. you know he loses control of them in times like these, and that they're one of the most sensitive areas of his body, beautiful crimson shielding the two of you like a dome; like he's covering the both of you from the world, and it's just the two of you right now. it is. to you, it is.

your jaw slackens as you rub your clit to the look on his face, the curves of his cheekbones, the angular structure of his jaw, his pink cheeks, the way he's grunting as he sheathes himself inside you again, and again, and again. "k-keigo," you whisper, the circles you draw on your clit getting messier and sloppier as the tightness in your core begins to build. it's excruciating. "daddy."

"i got you, princess," he groans. "you gonna cum?"

you nod, wordlessly. you don't think you could force yourself to say more than that, your heart caught in your throat and his dick in your tummy. you're so distracted that it takes you a couple of seconds to realise that he's snaked his own hand between your thighs, knocking your smaller one out of the way.

"need to feel you cum," you hear him say, strained, like he's speaking with his jaw locked and gnashing teeth. seeing how tense he looks, he probably is. keigo's fingertips are so calloused, so rough from work that it makes you squeal with how ungraceful he's being with your poor, bullied clit. "you're close, aren't you? can feel you— fuck, you're fucking squeezin' me."

"oh my god, oh my god," you cry, palming your stomach as if it'll help alleviate the overwhelming sensation of both your pussy and clit being bullied beyond recognition. "daddy, oh fuck, daddy!"

"i know," he shushes your cries, rubbing his free hand soothingly down your back, and then planting it by the side of your head. "gotta— don't cry, baby, 's just me." keigo sinks a little deeper, rubs your clit a little faster. "you're gonna make a mess on my cock, aren't you?"

you cry out at the crudeness of his words, trying valiantly to shake your head no. but you can't lie; you could feel the pressure in your navel. one small push, one more flick of his fingers against your clit and you're done for.

"come on, princess," he grunts. "need you to cum for daddy, got it? wanna fuckin' see you squirt all over me, come on," and with his renowned intent, keigo's thrusts became impossibly faster, driving impossibly deeper. one clumsy brush of his knuckles against your clit and you're gone, gone, gone, flung headfirst into a crashing orgasm. your eyes roll back and you see white, and you don't realise you're gushing liquid until you hear keigo curse, the lewd squelch of his cock plunging into your leaking pussy filling the room.

"fuck," he spits. "holy fuck, yeah. that's it. that's my fuckin' girl."

"fuck me," you barely manage. "f-fuck me through it."

and he does, never stopping the movement of his hips against yours, his fingers still circling mercilessly against your sloppy clit. you can barely breathe, the force of your orgasm still sending shakes down your legs. they're uncontrollable, too heavy and you have to drop them, your pelvis flat on the sheets. "'m sorry," you babble, "c-can't hold mys-self..."

keigo hushes you. "don't worry princess," he whispers in your ear. "don't need you to work anymore, yeah? just lie there and take daddy's cock now, okay?" he presses kisses down your spine, sweet and sugary compared to his words. "daddy's gonna use you now."

and that he does. keigo has a habit of getting carried away when he's on top, when he has power over you. he pins your hips into the sheets, making sure they don't move as he rears back until only the tip of his cock remains in you, before pushing forward and slamming his fat cock into you, over and over and over. your cum and squirt making for extra lube for him to violate your pussy over and over.

you're powerless to stop him, limp and crosseyed as he uses you to chase his own orgasm. just little whines and whimpers that escape your lips when he pushes particularly deep; but other than that, right now, you're keigo's warm, wet fucktoy with the perfect pussy to cum in.

"'m not gonna last very long," he whines. "where do you want it, princess? where do you want daddy's cum?"

"i'side," you whisper. "ins-side!"

"yeah?" his mouth quirks up, canines flashing. he drapes himself over you again, mouthing at your ear. "want me to cum inside?"

you nod, small uh huh, uh huhs spilling out of your useless mouth.

"want me to knock you up? give you my kids? when was the last time you took your pill, baby?"

"n-not," you barely manage. "not on t-the pill anymore."

"that's what i like to fuckin' hear," he chuckles, brows furrowing just slightly, feeling the tangle in his navel now too. "gonna make you all fat and round with my kids. yeah?" he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. "maybe if i knock you up you'll finally listen to me."

you squeal as he drives himself into your one more time, tip of his dick nudging against the sweet spot inside you, threatening to push past the tight ring of your cervix. just presses his chest against your back and pushes, grinds the head against your walls. "daddy, too much!" you cry out, arms scrambling for purchase. his thrusts are brutal; you can practically feel the bruises he's pressing into your skin, pretty blue-black marks you know will show up tomorrow morning. 

"shut up." he hisses, taking both your wrists in one of his own, pinning them above your head. "shut the fuck up and take it." keigo shudders, trying his hardest to hold on just a little more, just one more thrust before he's falling apart, a groan clawing through his throat and bubbling out of his mouth as he cums and cums and cums. it's overwhelming, the feeling of him filling you to the brim and more with cum. white hot and thick, dripping out the sides of his cock as he plugs you full.

you hear him sigh, arm collapsing and giving way until he's flopped on top of you, cock softening inside you. you welcome the warm weight of your boyfriend on top of you, hoisting one of his arms in your hands to tuck between you and the sheets, resting your cheek against the toned muscle of his bicep.

"long day?" you ask, finally. the smell of the both of you, your floral sweetness mixing with the sweaty hue of his tired body, drifting through the air. he's so tired, barely moving, but you don't mind the crushing. it was comforting, in its own way.

"the longest," he sighs, nuzzling his face into your neck before he snaps up suddenly. "oh. right," he reaches over to the side of the bed where he'd shucked off his jeans (you don't even remember him doing that, probably in your haze of lust.)

"mm?" you hum, smiling softly at him. he pulls out a white glove, one torn from the base to the index finger, and flicks you in the head with it.

"gotta stop leaving your traces all over the place, baby," he chides you gently. "never know what would've happened if someone found it before i did.”

keigo and you met years ago- at a coffeeshop near your university where you studied forensic psychology and he studied english. you'd spilt your matcha latte all over his shirt and apologised profusely, and he'd laughed it off.

"no worries, sweetheart," he took your chin in his fingers, a soft smile playing on his lips. "hey— enough apologisin' yeah?" 

and after that, you began bumping into him more and more. it would have been worrying if you weren't so enamoured with his gaze, midas gold and luxurious, yet still held an air of comfort in them. like you could crawl into him and lay yourself to rest in him. you didn't realise the bright crimson feather that stuck itself to the bottom of your tote bag, following you wherever you went. by the first week, he knew your whole schedule. he knew which classes you were in, which dormitory you stayed in, the sound of your roommate's voice.

it wasn't his fault you were so pretty, so delicate, so vulnerable. it wasn't his fault he thought you needed extra protection. you were just so lovely, anyone would be lucky to even be looked at by you. what if you got into trouble? what if you needed help? it was just for safety, he convinced himself.

keigo thought you were stupid. thought you didn't know about the fact that he was tracking you. he convinced himself that, to him, you were another air headed bimbo to fuck and then move on to the next one. of course, he'd never gone to these lengths for any other girl before, but somehow, you were different.

and to you, he was different. your roommate warned you of those golden eyes, that warm smile that seemed a little too friendly. "he's fine," you insisted, looking at yourself in the mirror for the fifth time that night, pulling your skirt down, pulling your dress up as you waited for keigo to text you, to pick you up for your first date. "i'll text you if anything goes wrong, i promise."

and of course, the date went well. he took you to dinner and then to a lovely little park, and then back to his apartment to fuck your brains out. tugging your wrist in his, you remember the way you tripped over each other to get to his bedroom, pulling clothes every which way. it was almost embarrassing how fast the word daddy slipped out of your mouth that night. but how couldn't you, with the way he was prying your legs open, calling you his good baby? with the way he was feeding you his cock, slapping the fat tip of it against your slick folds? it was natural, almost sickeningly so.

you liked him. god, you liked him. an outrageous amount. like you couldn't stand to be without him for more than a day. and strangely enough, he found your neediness endearing. like he wanted to be the centre of your attention all of the time. keigo was so unfamiliar with the concept of actually liking someone that he couldn't tell how he felt about you until that night.

see, the thing with keigo was that even though he was wrapped around your pinky finger, he found it so hard to move on from his... prideful ambitions. and so every time you rounded a corner to see some skank's arm draped around his torso, or some bitch's hand stroking his wings, you broiled in a mixing pot of anger and jealousy. no matter how many times he reassured you, no, sweetheart, i'm not cheating on you and baby, you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen. it wasn't enough for you. not until you had them in front of you, motionless, pale, and drained of blood.

keigo had wondered where you went. you'd left your tote bag in your dorm room so he couldn't track you down. usually he’d leave it, roll his eyes and wait for you to reply but when you let his calls run to voicemail and you left him on read too many times, he decided to go out. tuck some crimson red feathers in the corners of buildings, alleyways just in case you came by. sent other feathers drifting around just in case you decided to stay in one place. and finally, after what felt like hours, he stumbled upon a small alleyway with a figure too closely resembling yours crouching down by the ground.

he listened to the soft choking sounds, the pleas of please, stop, it hurts. stood there and did nothing but watched. not because he was scared, no. but because he was curious. curious who lay in front of you, and why. he let your victim thrash about, writhing in pain before eventually stopping, laying limp in front of you, and when her head hit the ground with a satisfyingly hollow thump, he recognises her as the girl he talked to just earlier this morning.

keigo watches you, ominous fascination coursing through his veins, golden gaze pathetic. he was a hero, groomed and perfected by the safety commission, and he just let a girl die; for what? because he was so enamoured with the girl who killed her? because he was so infatuated with the way you breathed now, your shoulders rolling back like this is your first hit of a joint, relaxing and softening from weeks-long tension?

"impressive," is the only thing he says, and when you whip around, there's some sort of kindling ferocity in your eyes. he holds his hands up in surrender, a sign of innocence. "no, truly."

you have a quirk; when it manifested, your mother had you wear gloves, made you stay away from other kids. because through the sweat glands of your palms, you could drain any living being of blood within minutes. it was scary, naturally, for your mother to find that out. it explained why you always felt faint; that without draining somebody else's blood, you never really had enough on your own. blood didn't clot fast enough to stop you from losing blood rapidly. blood was precious, blood was essential to you. other people's blood.

the pints of blood the hospital supplied you was never enough. the blood donations, transfusions, nothing worked the same way as when you laid a hand, skin to skin on somebody's arm and drained them. that feeling of euphoria, of strength rejuvenating in your bones. it felt like breathing for the first time, a thirst quenched, a hunger quelled.

over the years you'd perfected it; sped it up so you could drained a whole average sized body in seconds, or learn how to tell when a certain amount has been drained. but though you learned to control it, to decide when your glands worked as needles, when your blood becomes too thin, or runs too low it's harder for you to control. harder for you to discern when you should or shouldn't utilise it. your god-given gift.

"like a vampire," keigo joked when you told him this.

"fuck off," you seethed, slapping his bicep. "what are you gonna do now? sell me out to your dumb pro hero agency?"

"it's the hero commission, sweetheart," he started. "and of course not. why would i do that?"

you shrugged. "thought you wanted to be the next big shot pro. can't do that if you're an accessory to a murder."

so you aren't as dumb as you seem. keigo smiles. as much as he loved the way you went dumb on his cock, or dependent hanging off his sleeve begging him to ask the counter for some ketchup, he liked you like this; scheming, plotting, always one step ahead. you were always one step ahead.

this wasn't the first time you'd done this. of course not, he thinks, it can't be. because as you slip a pair of pristine white gloves back over your right hand with a practiced precision, fishing out a rag and wiping down the surface of the skin, it was obvious this was like routine. "diluted bleach," you murmured, explaining the acrid smell. "gets rid of any fingerprints or dna."

he watched you clean any evidence of yourself from the corpse, before getting back up on your feet. "you're not gonna bury it?"

you shrugged. "they're gonna find it either way." you turned to him, a small smile on your lips. he would have thought it adorable if you didn't just drained a girl completely of her blood right before him. "and plus, i forgot my shovel."

keigo couldn't help but chuckle. but pull you into his chest and kiss you, slow and deep. "what a girl," he whispered in your ear. "that's my fuckin' girl."

fucked up couldn't even begin to describe your relationship with keigo after that.

and ears deep in love was an understatement to how keigo felt about you.

he ruined every crime scene, botched every manila file. protected you fiercely in every way he could in his position in the hero commission. never once did he question what he was doing; to him it was you first, everything else came after.

did he get reprimanded for his slowness on the cases? on the mysterious disappearances of forensic evidence? on the fact that no one was any closer to solving the case of the crimson reaper? of course. but he didn't care, because as long as he came home to his sweet girlfriend, your arms wrapping around his neck and peppering his face with kisses like a dutiful wife, he'd abuse any power to keep you safe.

and that included today. "ms president," hawks greets when he walks into the room, the clinical fluorescents washing out any life from the room. it feels sterile; the blank stares, the gloomy, overcast weather that painted the backdrop of the meeting through the large glass windows.

"mr. takami," she smiles, tightlipped. hawks could count the wrinkles that stained her forehead, etched like valleys, fruition of the canyons of burden she shouldered. "so kind of you to join us."

"of course, ms president." his hands, shoved deep into his pants pockets flexed, a small wring of anxiety that plagues him whenever he's called to these meetings. that they'd finally saw through him, and are coming for you right as they speak. "it's always a pleasure to be here."

he was taught since he was a little kid, since he was taken in by the commission; the job he was made for. the purpose he was born to fulfil. to make musutafu a better place, to protect civilians. and he did! he did a damn good job. but right now, more than anything else he'd been taught, there came you, who turned his nights into days and touched fleeting heart and turned it to gold.

"the other ranked heroes should be here soon," she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "how's the crimson reaper case? any good news?"

hawks' hands slip out of his pockets, straightening them by his sides and bowing slightly. "i'm sorry, ms. president. i can't say anything's any better than it's been since the last meeting."

her breath hitches, and with a grim expression, turns away from him. "no matter," she starts. "i know we are all working as hard as we can. we will get this killer," there's a certain acid in her tone, corroding and pooling on her tongue. hawks can hear the frown, the anger and the frustration in her tone. "and we will keep musutafu safe."

endeavour is the first one in the room after that, his big, hulking figure looming by the door way. "madam president," he greets, and then turns to hawks. "brat."

hawks scoffs. "rude."

the meeting runs as all the previous did; briefing everybody on the current situation, any updates, any findings, anything new that had come up. hawks explains the newest death; the background, who she was, the places she'd been before. "there's no connection between this victim and the rest," he continues. "which further cements that the reaper doesn't have a pattern. i wouldn't go as far as to say these victims are picked randomly, but that is how it appears."

"then everyone's in danger of being killed," edgeshot pipes up. "there's no way we can predict who'll be next."

there's a grim hum of agreement.

"an equal risk," hawks agrees. "there's no telling who s— they'll go for next."

"and you're sure," ryukyu raises her voice. "that we're nowhere closer to finding anything about them? after, what, 24 deaths? not a single piece of evidence?"

"really makes you wonder how much work you're putting into this," rock lock comments, the snideness in his voice not going unnoticed. "hawks agency not putting in enough hours?"

"why don't you fuckin' try it, wannabe?" mirko glowers at rock lock. “oh, that’s right. you don’t even have your own agency. why don’t you try becoming a ranked hero before you give your opinion?” 

“ms. usagiyama,” the president clips. “mr. takagi. i would rather there be no internal conflict within the pro heroes when there’s a common enemy that deserves our utmost attention.”

neither of them say a word after that. blunt tipped tones and thick tension; it was natural for the frustration to get to them, have them saying things they’d usually be able to contain. hawks smiles weakly, mumbles a small, it’s alright, before continuing. “we do have several leads,” he starts again. “we are investigating especially those with blood-related quirks, since the signature style of the reaper is the victim drained of blood. we have yet to find a reason for this, why the blood is being used.” 

“we had the tests run at all hospitals and donation drives in musutafu,” best jeanist adds. “testing the blood sample from the body to see if any of the blood had been donated. nothing came up. whatever it is, the killer’s using it for themselves.” 

“well maybe we should check neighbouring cities,” kamui woods suggests. “the reaper only comes by once a week at most. they could be from neighbouring towns.”

“you think they’d lug five litres of blood to another town?”

“five litres is nothing. that’s a 5 kilo dumbbell.”

internally, hawks chuckles. he knows the drained blood has led them on a wild goose chase; any blood drained was already in your bloodstream, since the glands drained the blood from their body directly into yours. you’d only started puncturing holes with needles to throw them off; make them think that it was external instruments that aided in the blood collection. in fact, that was his idea, brought up one night at dinner when you were tossing ideas on how to make it more fun for you.

that’s what it was. fun. other than the element of needing blood— you didn’t need nearly as much as you were getting. one body could last you maybe a month or two if you stretched it right— you did this for fun. it's a thrill at this point, doing them closer and closer to the city centre, in places where people could peer into an alleyway and see you crouched by a motionless body. there's a glint in your eye, keigo notices, when you see somebody you want. an interesting quirk, a streak of your favourite colour in their hair; once you set your eyes on someone, you'll never take them off.

they were right, in that one thing about you. it was random. unpredictable. you never let them know what you're about to do next, and you liked it that way.

"we do," endeavour starts, clearing his throat. "have some eyewitness reports from around the area. the killing— this one, most recent one— happened around 3 to 5 in the morning according to forensics, and a, uh, miss miyazaki toi reported seeing a figure in green along the street, leaving the opposite direction from the alleyway at about 4:30."

madam president perks up. "any other indicators? hair colour? height?"

"she, uh, said she was too far away to make out anything of essence."

"gait? posture? anything?"

endeavour shakes his head. "nothing, madam president. i can get in touch with the eyewitness again, but it's not likely she'll have anything new to share."

hawks clears his own throat, thumping his chest once. whoever that miyazuki or whatever saw, that wasn't you. and he knows this because at 4:30 am you were fucked out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he fucked you into his mattress. whimpering, drooling, clawing at his skin for him to slow down, his hips slapping against yours as he emptied his balls into your waiting pussy.

and also, you don't wear green. not your colour.

but he knows madam president, knows that she'll exhaust every avenue, every lead until it turns up dead at her doorstep. this eyewitness testimony just bought you a couple more weeks as they chase down whatever poor soul was walking along a street at 4 in the morning.

as the meeting concludes, several pro heroes pat hawks on the back, thanking him for working overtime for this case, taking such a genuinely draining case under his wing. he just smiles, murmuring in acknowledgement. he can see the tight rings of sleeplessness wound under their eye lines, and for a moment, he feels a speck of pity for them. maybe he does feel sympathetic, that a savage killer ravages the streets of his town. but he can't bring himself to condemn your actions. can't find it in himself to look at you with anything but utmost adoration, like a kitten who had brought a chewed up bird to him in its mouth, big doe eyes asking, are you proud of me?

keigo is. always has been proud of you. you made a name for yourself, never left a trace of yourself in your wake. you are such a clever girl, beautiful and kind, and you bring sunshine to your household with the aroma of the cookies you bake every saturday. keigo loves you. endlessly, relentlessly. if he had to jeopardise his career and watch the city of musutafu tremble in the wake of your actions just to see that smile on your face every time he came home, it was done. in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

he flies home that night. picks up a couple of custard tarts for you on the way, from your favourite bakery, and a bubble tea. maybe you'd eat dinner together and he'd sit you on his lap while you watched another shitty romcom that he would deny he loved. maybe he'd wash the dishes while you focused on your assignment, chewing on the back of your apple pencil from a habit you never really grew out of. either way, he's excited to come home, to see you, feel you in his arms again.

the sliding door is ajar when he lands in the balcony, tucking his wings tight behind him as he pulls it a little more open, slipping inside. he's hit with the aroma of curry wafting through the threshold before he spots you, his love and light, his achilles heel standing by the stove in your favourite pink and white apron, stirring a pot. he lights up; it's embarrassing how fast he drops his bags and shuffles over to the kitchen, quietly wrapping his arms around your front as he leans against your back.

"keigo," you murmur softly. "welcome home, baby."

keigo hums. "i missed you."

you giggle softly. "you always say that."

"because it's always true." he raises his head slightly, tucking it into the crook where your neck meets your shoulder and pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your skin. you have a litany of marks, varying in shades, deep blue or a fading red scattered along the plump skin. "i miss you every second i'm not with you."

you twist the knob of the stove off, giving the curry one last customary stir before pushing off the edge of the countertop, twisting around to face your boyfriend. you heave his heavy arms around your torso, under your armpits and slump back into him. "you're such a sap," you whisper, burying your face into his shoulder, tucking your head under his chin. he rubs his nose along your temple, sweet nothings murmured into the space between you.

"did you miss me too, baby?"

there's a flicker of embarrassment that flashes hot in your bloodstream, and you can't seem to brush it off. "yes, daddy," you whisper back, letting out a shaky breath. "missed you, so, so much."

he smiles, brings one hand up to tip your chin upwards before catching your lips in a kiss. a gentle, breathless one, one that has you swaying on your tip toes, clutching on to the collar of his work jacket. "that's my sweet girl," he murmurs. "wanna make you my wife one day."

and you giggle, rolling your eyes. "you're all talk," you chastise him, turning away again to begin plating your dinner. the lid of the rice cooker pops open and you scoop heaps for him, and just as much for you. "how much curry do you want, honey?"

"lots," he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist again, tucking his chin on your shoulder. "chicken?"

"yup," you pat his cheek. "your favourite."

keigo watches as you scoop ladlefuls of curry onto his plate, stewed chicken and vegetables in a rich traditional curry atop a bed of rice. god, his mouth is watering just watching you plate it. he has got to make you his wife.

as he sits next to you at the kitchen island, bowls of curry half eaten he looks over at you, chewing thoughtfully, eyes glimmering, and wonders what good he'd done in his last life to deserve someone like you. as you settle in his lap for your nightly movie, dead poets society playing on the tv, he strokes your hair, runs his fingers down your back. he wants to savour every hour, minute, second he's got with you. fall into a dimension where neither of you are needed anywhere but in each other's arms.

time is a leaking faucet, dripping and draining into the rippling river between the two of you, the rhythmic, drip, drip, drip reminds him that this time is finite, that there is nothing in the world that lasts forever and ever. and as hard as he might try, there will come a day that he will have to part from you.

but that day is not today, he reminds himself as you lean your tired head on his plush chest. you squeak softly when his grip around your waist tightens, and he pulls you closer to him. "i missed you," he whines, high and pitchy and so unlike the outer facade he had put on for his public image. "baby, oh baby, i fuckin' missed you so bad."

you giggle. "you said that already," you loop your arms around his neck. "say something different."

"like what?" he looks at you quizzically. "like, oh, i dreamed about fucking you all day."

"crude!" you slap his bicep. "another one."

he hums, in thought. "i couldn’t stop thinking about you."

"that's so cliche." you laugh. "come on, number two hero, most eligible bachelor in japan. hit me with your best shot."

"marry me." it's out of his mouth before he can stop it, before he can think. what usually was meant to be kept under lock and key, spoken into existence. what plagued his every day, clouded up his mind, finally out there for more than his subconscious to hear.

and the way your face changes, the subtle relaxation of your cheeks and your mouth, he watches all of it with bated breath, with a small glint of hesitation, of regret. he'd never regretted anything he did with you, but there was something to be said about the twist in his heart as he waited for you reply. "are you seriously asking me like this?" you whisper, eyes wide, mouth hanging a little.

"and if i am?" he asks, and before he has a chance to regret it, you kiss him, quick and fierce and so, so desperate, like you can't stand to be disconnected from him physically for even a second more. he breathes you in, shifting so he's sitting up a little more attentively, holding you down against him. you whimper into the kiss, his bruising grip on your arms returned by the way you dig your fingernails into his skin. like you're marking one another, leaving indents as evidence of your influence over each other's bodies.

your hand finds home on his collarbones, fingers splayed out over the warm flesh. you find his pulse point, pressing your thumb against it. "say it again," you beg, some kind of sick, twisted, desperate need to hear those words drip from keigo's mouth again. "again." you demand, pressing harder.

"marry me." it comes out strained, the pressure of your hands tightening around his neck cutting off blood momentarily. it makes him dizzy, but the figure of you in front of him is still crystal clear. "baby, marry me."

the world burns around the two of you. moves on, runs along, but the two of you are stuck here in this moment, visiting it and revisiting it. you hold him and he holds you, the only person he's ever genuinely cared about, the only person he's loved.

weeks pass, and the crimson reaper is all but gone.

this is the longest time in the last year since that name made the news with the finding of a new body. to be exact, it's been 34 days since the last crimson reaper killing. hawks can see that musutafu has breathed a sigh of relief, and the hero commission has stopped being so anal about daily reporting. patrolling has been a lot less stressful. pro heroes are getting a semblance of control back.

you're fine. hawks knows you are; you're just as chipper, bouncy, and lovely as you've always been. he wondered for a little bit if there was something different in that tomita girl's blood; so much so that you didn't need your regular weekly fix, or even the mandatory monthly one. but you laughed it off, telling him don't worry, baby, and that he'll see soon enough.

you're a smart girl. he trusted you to make good decisions.

after that night, his sudden question and your hand on his throat demanding him to repeat it, you found yourselves in the throes of progression. towards what, from what, you couldn't really tell. all you knew is that there was a softness within keigo that, even with how loving he'd been since you met, you'd never really seen till now. all you knew is that, to him, wife sounded so much better than girlfriend.

he hasn't proposed properly, he reminds you, and that until he can put a ring on your finger, that night was but a promise to greater things to come. but that didn't stop him from calling you his wife every so often, under his breath, over the phone. it was casual, yet subtly intimate. you couldn't help but flush some nights after that when he kissed you everywhere, and the word wife would drip from his mouth if he wasn't careful.

you thought it adorable. you loved— love— it. you tried the word husband on your tongue, once, twice. my husband. i'll have to ask my husband. i'm seeing my husband. it... fit. weirdly. of all the things in your life you would never have thought that you'd come anywhere near calling anyone your husband. but for keigo, it fit.

keigo's asleep when you come home.

it's ticking close to 3 now. all the lights in the apartment are off, save for a lamp in the hallway. keigo always leaves that one specific lamp on for you to come home to, and you always switch it off on your way to your bedroom. and that's what you do, adrenaline still rushing through your veins. you aren’t tired; you never are after a night like this. sometimes you wonder if keigo’s initial assessment of your quirk was right. vampire made so much sense with how much more energetic and powerful you felt after a kill. 

synergy courses through your veins, up your arteries and through your beating heart. the adrenaline, the electricity, the excitement. 

you pad through the living room and the kitchen, stopping to pour yourself a glass of cold water before shuffling softly back to the bedroom. keigo’s left it slightly ajar for you, and you can see, with the small sliver of dim orange glow, the man of your dreams splayed out on your bed, the covers pulled up and rumpled around his torso. keigo sleeps shirtless, always has, and from where you stand you can see a little bit of his golden skin, softened muscle under the covers. 

he’s beautiful, peace and comfort painted across his face, the steady rise and fall of his chest signalling his deep sleep. you pad over softly, placing your water cup by your bedside and leaning over your boyfriend to plant a small kiss on his cheek before walking to the bathroom. 

the water is warm against your back, rivulets of slightly pink-tinted water running down your body. sweat gives way and you start to feel clean, the smell of lavender and mint steaming in the room, fogging up your mirrors. you lean your head back against the cold tile, letting your eyelids flutter shut. it’s been a long day. college in the morning, work in the afternoon, homicide in the evening. really tuckers a bitch out. 

but yet you can’t stop the trail of your fingers, the light, ghostly touch along the front of your torso. it’s been a long day, but you can’t stop yourself from thinking about keigo this morning, waking you up with his tongue on your clit, hands gripping the flesh of your hips so tight. you can’t stop the tingling of your hands, filled with the blood of the last victim you drank. all your energy, circulating to the heat in your core. you stifle a soft moan now, letting your soft fingertips inch down lower, and lower. 

you like that, don’t you? you could hear keigo’s voice in the empty chamber of your mind, a smug smile on his lips peering up at you from between your legs, nosing along the sensitive top of your cunt. like it when daddy wakes you up like this.

you did. you do. you can’t stop thinking of it now, not as your fingers make contact with the swollen nub of your clit. you give it one tentative press and gasp, back arching into your own grip. the water is warm, so warm, beating down on your tired body and you just want to let your brain and all its stupid little thoughts to ooze out of your ears, wash away with the running shower. 

“daddy,” you whimper softly, imagining his big, calloused fingertips instead of yours, his body caging you up against the wall. he’d hold you close to him, so close, chest to chest so that your tits press up against his pecs, his left hand wrapped around your back, his right playing with your sensitive pussy. you whine, just thinking of the way he’d shush your cries, coo at you as you bite down hard on his shoulder. 

your thoughts are a haze as you dip your fingers shallowly into your cunt, sticky and slick with both shower water and your own arousal. the moans you let out are criminal, ripping through your mouth and through your lips before you can stop them. you need to feel him, any part of him now. now.

stumbling out of the bathroom, you dry your feet on the rug, patting yourself half dry before shuffling back to your bedroom, naked and damp. the bed dips where you kneel, sinking slightly and keigo stirs, but doesn’t wake. your hands are trembling, your need and excitement barely contained under a sheen of self control. need it. you need it.

you peel back the covers that obscure him from your preening gaze, miles and miles of tan, smooth golden flesh laying in front of you, sun spots and moles mapping along his torso. he’s so beautiful, it makes you want to devour him whole. he’s wearing a pair of grey boxers, the outline of his cock subtle but still, there. your mouth waters at the sight. 

“daddy,” you whisper again, mesmerised by the way his skin glows in the low lamplight, greeting you as you pull the waistband of his boxers down. “‘m sorry, need it so bad.”

keigo’s still sound asleep, completely oblivious to your mischief. you pull his boxers down, over his hips and down his thighs, and there it is; his cock, already half hard, twitches as you touch it, let your fingertip drift along the underside of it. the patch of blonde curls brushes up against your knuckles as you touch him and it’s so soft. you whimper; you want his cock in your mouth. 

so you bend down, and lick a stripe up from the base to the tip. keigo smells like fabric softener and an undertone of vanilla from your shared body wash, comforting and comfortable. gods, you want him so bad. you fit him into your mouth, and you hear a hitch in his breath, and you feel a spike in your heart rate at the prospect of him waking up to see his cock halfway down your throat, but he doesn’t rouse. just shifts slightly, and you continue.

keigo’s cock is so thick, so long, and whatever you can’t fit comfortably in your mouth you resort to stroking it slowly. your eyes flutter closed, like a baby with a pacifier. you’re quiet, humming and whimpering every so often, content with his cock in your mouth. you wish you could do this to him every night, give him a little surprise when he cums down your throat still asleep. 

you bob your head along the length of him, swallowing as much of him down as you can that you choke, gag a little. the heat in your core is searing, never-ending, building as you moan around his cock, your slobber easing the glide of it down your throat. at this point you’re drooling all over his pretty dick, breath hot and eyes hooded, watching the rapid rise and uneven fall of his chest. he’s close, you can tell by the way his thighs are clenching, balls twitching. he’s fully hard on your tongue, tip flushed red and leaking, and you think it’s a waste to have him cum anywhere but right inside you, nestled right up by your cervix.

so you pull off his dick, smile at the slight huff from him, and climb gracefully atop of him. this is new to you; you’ve only ever sucked keigo off, played with his ass for a little while he was sleeping, but never went as far as to fuck him while he was asleep. it sends an unholy thrill down your spine, and as soon as you feel the blunt tip of his cock nudge along your slit, you’re dumb to the world. 

it’s so exciting, your burning need met with his unconscious body, seating yourself on his cock. you whimper at the stretch of your ill-prepared pussy, unstretched, untouched, stinging with the intrusion of his fat cock. you fall forward, hands clattering to the sides of keigo’s torso, a gasp ripping through your lips as you slip, feel a sharp pop in your cunt before you swallow him down to the hilt. it’s not pain, not anguish that skitters through your veins, his long, thick cock bullying your walls and stretching you out. it’s familiarity. it’s the way your cunt is moulded into the shape of him, gummy walls giving way to him, your pussy spread around him, slick pooling on his navel.

it’s the familiar grumble of his chest, a grunt and a groan caught in his lips. “baby?” he calls for you, left hand reaching out to your side of the bed, as he does every night when you join him, just so he knows that you’re there. but his hands find blank canvas, and he whimpers, before his eyes flutter open just a little. and then the realisation sinks in; his body starts to wake up, synapses rousing from sleep, and he feels, feels your cunt pulse around him.

keigo groans. “baby.”

you giggle. “good morning, daddy.” 

you raise your hips just slightly, moving up along his cock before letting yourself fuck me down against him. he slings an arm over his eyes, wanton moans ripping out of his throat, and his other arm comes around to grip your hips. he guides you up, down, lets you fall against his chest as you fuck yourself violently against his cock. keigo does nothing; lies there and coos at you, “baby, naughty little baby. couldn’t even wait for daddy to wake up to fuck her, huh?”

you whimper. “no, c-couldn’t,” you manage to croak out. it feels like his dick’s in your throat with how deep he is, pushing up against your cervix, bullying your insides. he holds you close, digging his arms under your armpits and holding you, chest flushed to his. “god you— you feel so good.” 

keigo hums. “that’s my girl, that’s my girl. taking it so well,” he breathes, a stuttered gasp. “god, i’m close. did you— naughty fuckin’ girl, yeah— did you suck me off?”

you nod dumbly, panting into his mouth. “i did, daddy, couldn’t help it,” you babble, eyes crossing. “y-you looked so good, needed— ah, needed it!”

“just needed some dick in your mouth,” he hums, chuckling. “desperate little baby.”

you’re drooling on his chest, spit dribbling out of the side of your mouth. “feels— f-feels so good daddy,” you pant, trying to sit back up, planting your hands on his chest. “wanna— ride you properly.”

“go on,” he coaxes you, letting a hand drift down the side of your hip. “show daddy how you ride. make me cum.”

you fall apart, bouncing on his cock, the rough patch of blonde curls brushing up against your clit with every downward stroke. “daddy,” you whimper, head thrown back in ecstasy. “oh— oh!”

keigo grunts, the dim orange light illuminating the bounce of your tits, the vigour of your rhythm leaving both of you drooling, blabbering. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, captivated by the swell of your body, the pudge flesh and doughy thighs that encompass him. the tightness in his core begins to build, his balls twitching as he tries to stave off his own orgasm in favour of yours. “are you close?” he whispers, hand coming down to rub at your sensitive clit. “wanna feel you cum.”

“w-want,” you pant. “want you to cum first.” it’s a beg, a plea, a vow. 

he grunts, eyes squeezing. “i’m pretty fuckin’ close, baby,” he whispers, thumb rubbing circles faster onto the swell of your clit. “cum with me, okay? wanna— fuck, wanna feel with milk me when i cum. can you do that?”

you’re brainless, pathetic, but hell if you were going to say no to something your daddy so politely asked. you bite your tongue, nodding slightly, and let your head tilt in pleasure, euphoria rippling through your bloodstream. he’s so deep, so good inside of you it drives you crazy, the bashing feeling of his cockhead against the gummy sweet spot in your pussy. your fists tighten, gripping him harder as you feel pressure build in your navel. “i-i’m close,” you stutter, trying to keep your eyes open. “want you to cum. c-cum for me, daddy, cum inside.”

he almost baulks at your crudeness, but obliges nonetheless. keigo’s given your everything you’ve ever wanted or needed, without so much as a second thought. “yeah? wanna feel daddy’s cum inside you?” he coos in your ear, his hands running up your thighs and settling by your hips. “want daddy to knock you up?”

you nod pathetically, mouthing, yes, yes! as he squeezes your flesh, one of his thick, giant hands pulling away your own on your clit, tinier and smaller, and replacing it with his own. “please, please, daddy—”

that does him in, bursts the tightening of his balls and feels himself empty into your waiting, welcoming cunt. all he can feel are the weak pulses of your gummy walls around him; a weak orgasm milking him for all he’s worth. his touch, grip on your clit doesn't move, just continues to fuck you through your heavy orgasm. you both cum at the same time, the gush of your cum paralleling the thick, white seed that stuffs you so full that you can feel it leak out of you through the sides of his cock. “just like that,” he whispers to you, halfway out of his own orgasm, voice still wavering and thighs shaking. “say thank you, daddy.”

“thank you daddy,” you whine, and despite yourself, you continue dragging yourself up and down his cock. it’s sensitive, painful, but you can’t seem to stop. keigo groans, hands stilling on your hips. 

“slow down, baby,” he chuckles dryly, almost like he’s in pain. “daddy’s still cummin’— ah—”

“wanna make you,” you huff, some sort of twisted energy running through your veins. “make you cum again, daddy.” you usually only had enough in you for one round, especially at a time like this, but you couldn’t stop yourself now. the feeling of his first load of cum dripping down your thighs only served to spur you on, delirious, frozen in a state of abject desire and need. “fuck, daddy!”

he whines again, head tilted back, eyes wincing. “what’s gotten into you, kitten?” keigo trails his fingers along your hips, watching you bounce on his cock, eyes hooded with euphoria. “had a good kill?”

your kill. of course it is. the blood of someone else, someone so powerful, screaming through your ears, pumping like lead in your bloodstream. it’s almost oblong, despite the liquid nature of blood, causes your hands to tremble, fingers to shake. that’s why you feel ike this. that’s why you have so much energy. that’s why you need more. you grin at keigo, and for a moment, he feels fear.

your sharp canines flash in the moonlight, its dusty silver gaze glimmering in your body, in your eyes, in the way your nails dig deeper into his chest. for years, years, keigo has only regarded you with love. with subliminal adoration. with nothing but affection, holding you in his hands. but here, in the middle of the night, he notices a splatter of blood on your collarbone. winces at the sensation of your nails breaking flesh. 

for a moment, he fears you. he fears you’ve truly lost it. 

and to be truthful, you have. you’re delirious with ecstasy, you’re high— you’ve never felt like this before. killing has never come so close to feeding. blood has never come so close to addiction. but right now, you’d do anything for this feeling to last forever. the memory of you striking your victim down, your foot holding down his neck as he thrashed, looked at you with abject horror, shimmering like tears in his green eyes.

you’ve never felt so much fun in a kill. never craved those screaming pleas, those last gasps of breaths. never have you been so excited to roll up somebody’s sleeve and take off your glove, hold them with all five fingers, your full palm against their bare skin. but this man, god, was he tantalising. his deep voice, begging you to stop, begging you to leave him be. any amount of money, he’d promised. anything. just leave me alone.

but no money could give you this feeling. this excitement. you grinned, malice and cruelty trembling on your lips. “i’m so sorry,” you mocked his weeping tones. “i’m so sorry.”

“c-crim— ah— son… reap-per,” he breathed, choking out his words. “t-they’ll—” he coughed, gasping for air. puny, pitchy, desperate gasps for air. 

“t-they,” you mocked again, gripping his arm tighter, feeling the rush of newer, fresher, stronger blood enter your bloodstream. “they’ll catch me? you have so little faith in me,” he winced, and you just laughed, flashing him your canines. 

he turned paler, rosey tinted cheeks turning blue, gaunt. the life in his eyes slowly diminished as you sucked the last remaining litre out of his body. “y-you’ll never…”he trailed off, voice turning to a whisper, then to air. 

you’ll never get away with this. 

but you would. you knew you would. and that’s why you took your own sweet time cleaning the site where your hand just was, pulling your glove back on and fishing out your needles and making four incisions; one on each elbow, and on the back of each palm. just as you always had. you traced your gloved fingers along his jaw, cold and dead, the permanent plea on the tip of his tongue. it was such a pity, that he’d fought till his last breath and still lost. 

it was true whatever they said about you, you thought as you pulled out your scalpel. that no one was safe from you. the only real way to put themselves out of danger was to keep themselves out of sight, out of mind. because once you set your eyes on someone, you didn’t stop chasing them until they were in front of you, your scalpel in their throat, dragging down, down, down. 

the man’s skin split open like rubber, and once you made your initial incision, pinpricks of the little blood he had left rising to the surface, coating your pristinely white gloves, you dived in with greedy hands, like a vulture descending upon its prey. like a predator, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. your fingers, alive with electricity, the static of your feast before you. 

you consumed. you devoured. you lived, fisting handfuls of flesh in each hand and prying it apart, the elasticity of the human skin the only testament to a dead man’s resistance. you uncovered inch by inch of glorious organ, of crimson stained ivory, of burst blood vessel. all pink and red and wet, and you want to make a mess, want to paint yourself in the remnants of this man’s blood and carry it home with you. you swore you have never felt so alive at the side of a dead man’s body.

one singular rose petal, fitted snugly in between the lungs. 

your cheeks tingled, face numb, and walked back home.

“they’ve done it again.”

the whispers on the street whistle like fallen leaves kicked up in the wind, rustling against the cool asphalt of the road. 

“the crimson reaper’s back.”

keigo barely makes it two seconds into his day before the pager buzzes. 

“did you hear who they killed this time?”

you’re half awake when he asks.

“baby?” 

you hum, softly, knowingly. 

“who did you kill last night?”

you open your eyes, and look at him through hooded lids. he’s pacing your room, golden eyes distraught, and all you do is smile at him.

seems like you already know. 

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[abitohoney]

Loving your work Honey. Reader crushes on Sev since they frequent the same workout gym? I crave one where Sev workouts frequently. I think its so obvi she takes good care of her body aside from the smoking, drinking, and fighting lolol ^_^ - Kimari

I'm glad you're enjoying my silly little stories. Thank you! 🥰

Clearly, this woman works out. LOOK AT HER BICEP! 🥵

I could totally see Sevika purposefully working out in front of the gym window, hoping to catch the attention of some cute thing that happens to stroll by. I personally have no time for the gym, but if I found out Sevika was frequenting my local gym you better believe I'd be signing up for a membership! Or at least staring at her from the window. I have like zero flirting skills, so I’d probably do something stupid like hold a sign up to said window with my number on it and mouth the words “call me” while holding my fingers to the side of my head like a phone.

Anyway…

Drabble/ficlet (1.4k words) below the cut. (Gonna treat this like a modern AU as I doubt Zaun has gyms. At least not like we are accustomed to. Probably just a creepy abandoned warehouse or basement with a punching bag and a bench, or something like Jinx's cool punching contraption.)

SFW (Gasp! Me? Writing something without smut?)

You had been considering getting yourself a gym membership for some time. You just needed a little extra push before finally biting the bullet. Little did you know, that push would come in the form of a window display. And it wasn’t the equipment.

After having heard about a new promotion at one of your local gyms, you decided to go check the place out. As you strode past the large windows lining the front of the establishment, you curiously peered inside. A long row of treadmills and bikes lined the first half or so, most of them occupied. Nothing surprising about that. But when you continued on, noting a series of benches, something- or rather someone- caught your eye.

You froze in your spot and turned to face said eye-catching person. And, my oh my, did you just find your reason to get that membership. Standing beside one of the benches lifting a single dumbbell was a tall, dark, and incredibly buff woman. Immediately your eyes were drawn to a flexing bicep.

Wow.

Just as the woman's gaze lifted to peer outside in your direction, you quickly resumed your trek towards the entrance, praying she hadn't seen you gaping.

While the girl behind the front desk recited the rules and conditions, you quickly found yourself tuning her out completely. Instead, you scanned the gym, hoping to get another glimpse of the attractive woman. As if the gods heard your wish, you spotted her striding across the room. And not only that, she was staring right at you. Your eyes locked with hers and her dark lips pulled into a small smirk. It only lasted for a fleeting moment before her eyes left yours, but it was enough to make your stomach flutter and your pulse quicken.

Wait- was she… smiling at-

"Excuse me, ma'am," the voice of the clerk pulled you out of your daze.

Reluctantly, you turned back to her and mumbled a quick apology.

"Do you understand the rules and agree to the terms and conditions of the membership?" She repeated.

You failed to take note of her irritated tone, still swooning over that brief moment. So you simply gave her a quick, "Yes, I understand." The sooner you got this over with, the sooner you could get in that gym.

To workout.

That's all.

With a brand new shiny membership card, you started visiting the gym. Frequently. For no other reason than to improve your health. The fact that you happened to notice which days your latest crush visited, and happened to set your schedule to the same days was entirely coincidence. At least that's what you would tell anyone who asked.

Although you always situated yourself far enough from the woman, you still ensured you faced her, observing her as nonchalantly as you could manage. Taking mental notes.

She rarely spoke to anyone. Only mumbled something to herself under her breath occasionally. She normally looked rather perturbed, brows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. But anytime her eyes met yours, those soft-looking lips of hers pulled into the faintest smirk. Her left arm was actually a prosthetic, mostly metal, and painted to look like a mix of copper and gold, with neon purple accents that resembled tubing.

It wasn't until one day on her way out that you finally learned of her name.

"See you next Monday, Sevika!" You overheard the girl behind the desk call out with a smile. A smile you thought looked a bit suspicious. A little too… flirty. Not that you cared. Nope!

So… Sevika? What a gorgeous name. Fitting.

Several weeks passed without so much as a word to or from Sevika. You simply admired her from a distance. Admired how her workout clothes- a simple pair of shorts and a tank that revealed her midriff- clung to every line and every curve. How the expanse of her exposed rich, brown skin glistened with sweat. How each muscle beneath her arms, across her back, and down her legs- all flexed as she moved. She really gave a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘tall, dark, and handsome’. She was truly stunning.

A goddess among men.

But you would never approach her. You were far too fearful of rejection. After all, what would a goddess want with a mere mortal like you? So you settled for just crushing on her, daydreaming of what it might be like to feel those muscles beneath your hands. To feel those strong arms wrapped around you as she holds you tight.

However, as you would soon find out, she had her eyes on you as well.

One day, as you took a seat on the nearest weight bench, you discovered Sevika situated not more than a few feet from you. She was bent over, back to you, and facing a mirror while she picked up a large weight in her flesh hand.

Momentarily forgetting what you even sat down to do, you let your eyes travel up the backs of her toned calves and over the curve of her ass. And as she straightened up, you were blessed with the expanse of her muscular back. When your gaze reached her broad shoulders you gawked, transfixed on those muscles as they moved like waves behind her smooth skin.

Realization hit all too late that you were openly ogling this woman, and your eyes darted to the mirror to check if you’d been caught. Reflected gray eyes locked onto yours.

Shit!

She caught you. And yet you couldn’t look away from those beautiful gray eyes, caught like a deer in headlights. Oddly enough though, she didn’t appear angry. Instead, out of your periphery you notice a small upward tug at the corner of her mouth.

Ripped from your stupor, you quickly turned away, praying to any deity willing to listen that Sevika somehow hadn’t known you’d been intentionally watching her. Too flustered by that slip-up, you laid back on the bench and just grabbed the barbell previously loaded on the hooks, with no regard for just how heavy it might be.

You somehow managed to lift the damn thing, but then nearly dropped it on your chest. You strained to keep it up, every muscle in your arms screaming and burning.

God, if you died right here, like an idiot, in front of the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen-

“Need a spotter?” a delightfully deep voice called.

Fuck, you really were dying. You could hear the voice of an angel.

Wait- a spotter? Why the hell would an angel say that?

You tilted your head back against the bench to find a pair of familiar gray eyes peering down at you, and just below those was a pair of dark lips curled into a lopsided grin.

Just let me die now.

Suddenly being caught gaping earlier didn’t feel nearly as embarrassing.

“Please,” you gasped.

With no effort, Sevika grasped the barbell and lifted it back onto the hooks.

“Thanks,” you panted as you sat up. You watched her from your periphery, too ashamed to meet her gaze. You expected her to leave. To return to her routine now that she’d saved the dumbass who tried to lift more than they could handle. To your surprise, she remained at your side, her large frame casting a shadow over you with how close she stood.

"Can't help but notice the way you've been watching me," she finally said after an excruciating stretch of silence.

Damn, her voice was just as smooth and rich as her body.

Her words replayed in your head, finally sinking in. Heat rushed up your neck and flooded your cheeks. Had you really been that obvious- besides just today?

"Oh I- I'm sorry I-" you stammered.

"Maybe you'd like to do more than watch?" she asked, not allowing you to finish your pathetic attempt at an apology.

"What? I- You mean…" Why were words suddenly so fucking hard?

"Let me take you out to dinner tonight."

Oh, that's not what you thought she meant. Of course she didn't mean anything like that.

"I'd really like that,” you replied sheepishly and finally looked up at her with a small smile.

Yeah? Hmm," she hummed. Then she leaned over and brought her mouth to your ear. "Then maybe afterward we can go to your place for dessert?"

AN: I feel like a lot of what I write is incredibly cheesy/corny. I'm such a dork. I'm sorry. 😭 Sevika would like a dorky gf though. At least that's what I tell myself. Lol

#arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika x reader #honey writes

[saphirered]

Heyy!! So lately I've been in a very domestic, fluffy feel. SOOO NOW IM PROJECTING THAT onto this request rq teehee. I was wanting to do one for Percy, with season two out I missed the angsty gunslinger on screen. Set after the campaign, maybe during winter's crest? As of you and Percy coming back to whitestone for the occasion, its decided to round up all of Vox Machina. For a night of fun amongst friends, with a whole lot of ale to go around and stories to tell. Percy seems distant lately, staying more to his workshop and genuinely his own tasks. Not like his workshop isn't already a second room, it's just ODD to say the least. As the day rolls around, everyone starts to arrive at whitestones castle. With happy greetings and laughs, that night's activities begin. To sum it up , Percy proposes to reader. Thinking it would be a nice gesture to pull. Also cause I know this extra bitch would make a ring for you. I know it sounds cheesy but like hear me outtt!! The moment just sounded so sweet to me and I NEEDED to send this in. I'm a sucker for this cute content <3 Byeee Saph!!! :D

A proposal you asked for, a proposal you'll get. Fluff and cheese and all of the things. Sorry for the wait but I hop the 3.6k word count made up for it. Hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting! 😘

“I’ll be right with you, dear!” He’s spoken and shouted those words over the noise of his ongoing projects far too many times. Percy feels somewhat guilty for all but banishing you from his workshop and hiding this one secret project of his. He’s been so caught up in it; it has to be perfect after all. But that did mean he couldn’t spend as much time with you and his mind is elsewhere whenever he does leave his workshop. He’s seen your accepting but sad smiles whenever he wanders off. His heart hurts when he finishes late and you’re already in bed, asleep and alone curled up on your side because he missed yet another dinner. It’s reached the point where he’s been considering just spilling he beans. He doesn’t want to hurt you over some stupid secret but you’re so damn understanding and accepting. Of course you’re disappointed when he does join you for a meal and he informs you he has errands to run and won’t be back until late. You’d simply give him a kiss and wish him good luck. He’s barely seen you outside of your overlapping responsibilities. He just feels bad. But then there’s a breakthrough!

The door to his workshop slams open, or rather off its hinges entirely. Now very few people are able to break a deadbolted several inch thick heavy steel door clean off its hinges and that immediately signals him; it’s not you at that door. Given the shadow that all but blocks the light from entering He knows enough. He’s all but grabbed by the shoulders and lifted from his seat and can barely settle his things before he’s dragged out of his workshop. 

“Come on Percy, you’re not going to let us have all the fun, are you?” Scanlan speaks in a sing-song voice when he’s pushed into the hallway and sees the gnome casually leaning against the wall like the arsehole he is. 

“I was perfectly content finishing my work instead.” He counters but Scanlan wouldn’t have it. 

“We’re having a night out, like old times! Let’s drink dry a tavern! Start some fights!” The gnome tries to persuade him and while anything coming out of Scanlan’s mouth should always be questioned, He can’t help but long for some normalcy. No matter how much he might pretend to hate the ruckus his friends cause which inevitably ended with them getting kicked out of the establishment, district or even city, he likes it and misses it. And before he know it he’s spiralling in memories of you, covering his back while he tries to fight off that minotaur barkeep, and the time where you smashed that stein in pieces thug’s head. He also thinks of the conversations you’ve had, the things you learned about each other, and the sometimes drunken ramblings where your questionable theories actually hold some weight. He misses it all. He misses the glint in your eye right before you’re about to absolutely decimate some card players. He misses your laughter at Keyleth’s horrible jokes, and your caring side when she has a little too much. He misses your little battles of charm with Vex as the two of you attempt to have the group drink for free and negate the expense of the damages done to the establishment or people. 

Percy is so caught in his mind that he automatically walks with when Scanlan and Grog begin to move. He doesn’t even put up a fight. He’ll have this one night. He’ll enjoy it. Then he realises how bloody stupid he is. 

“Excuse me. I’ll meet you there.” He turns on his heels but comes face to face with Grog’s chest.

“Nuh-uh! Pike said she won’t let us have any ale if we don’t bring you back.” Grog pouts at the thought of being refused ale. No surprise there. 

“And what’s your motive?” Percy wonders out loud. He already knows the answer and Scanlan just raises an eyebrow implying the same. 

“You really wanna know?” 

“Point taken.” Percy shakes his head, takes a step back from Grog but that doesn’t mean he’s not craning his neck to stare up at him. “If you have to come along, be my guest. I just need to get something from my workshop. That is all.” Scanlan shrugs at Grog. Grog shrugs back. Scanlan shrugs again. So does Grog. Percy’s already sick of this so he just starts walking and they follow whispering not so inconspicuously. He still choses to block him out.

Once back at the workshop he engages the safety door; not ideal but at least it wards off snoopers. He walks over to his work bench, sits down and pulls open one of the drawers under it. He pulls out two bands of precious metal, notices they’re a bit dirty and quickly cleans them with a rag. He sees Scanlan peeking around the corner. The gnome knows not to enter his workshop but Grog has no such reservations, not even when he tried to ingest some very caustic materials. 

“Ooh! What are those for?” Grog exclaims trying to peak over his shoulder. 

“What? What is it Grog? Get out of the way I can’t see. Ugh.” Scanlan tries to look around the goliath blocking his view right now. 

“Nothing concerning you.” Percy replies but Grog talks over him.

“They’re fancy rings. Super shiny.” He says and Percy just sighs, pockets the set of rings and gets up walking around Grog and back towards the doorway. 

“You’ve been making some jewelled cock rings or something? I might have a commission for ya. Something with diamonds-“ Scanlan keeps going but Percy tunes him out. He’s had plenty of time to practice ignoring the bard after all. They continue their journey to the tavern Vox Machina had chosen.

The Tavern is already lively with people and music by the time they enter. The rest of Vox Machina had already taken up a table and safeguarded it from any thieves with death stares for those who didn’t recognise them. They’d already started dwindling the top shelf by the looks of it. You’re leaning your elbow on the back of Vex’ chair as she plays a game with Keyleth. You point at a card but in doing so, with some sleight of hand exchange it for Vex to gain the better hand. You haven’t noticed him yet, or so it seems. So Percy casually walks up beside you, lets his hand drift to your back to draw your attention and when you look over your shoulder, whatever words he wanted to say, fall completely silent. His lips part but no words leave. You chuckle and rise fully, brush your fingers along his arm and press your lips to his in a greeting. 

“Hello to you too.” You grin when you pull back and Percy’s somewhat come to his senses. You pass some coins to Vex who takes them with a ‘thank you, darling’ and keeps playing her card game with the druid. 

“What was that for?” 

“Well, I may or may not have lost a bet.” You lace your fingers with his and pull him along to the abandoned seats only to see yours has been dragged off to another table. You have half the mind to demand it back but haven’t had nearly enough to drink to start a tavern brawl this early into the night, so you just push Percy to sit in the remaining empty chair and sit yourself down across his lap. 

“Do elaborate.” His arm wraps around your waist as you lean over the table to grab the bottle of wine and an empt glass. You pour a drink and hand it to him while Pike slides over your own glass and you wink a thanks. She raises her cup. 

“Vex said you’d walk through the door willingly because you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. I said Grog would drag you by the back of your coat while Scanlan loudly announced our esteemed presence to this good folk in song.” He gives you a disapproving look. You hide your smile behind your glass. “Oh please, not as if it would have been unlikely.” The look fades very slowly as it only puts more truth to your statement. Were it any other situation he might have been the victim of just such a scene. 

“I don’t get it! Why do you always keep winning?” Keyleth hiccups and Pike and you share a look as the cleric quickly takes Keyleth’s cup, downs it, and fills it with water before putting it back in its previous place. You exchange a nod. 

“That’s because she’s cheating.” Vex might as well have shot him then and there given the look Percy receives at his comment. 

“Are you calling me a cheater, Percy?” Her eyes narrow leading you to interpose yourself between the two; an easily achieved feat given you’re in his lap. You tap his arm, telling him to let it go.

“I’m merely saying you apply different rules to the game than commonly accepted.” 

“I knew Vex wasn’t cheating.” Grog mumbles but gets his bubble burst pretty quickly. He still doesn’t get it though. An argument ensues though none of it serious. Keyleth tries to steal a card from the deck using her druidcraft but doesn’t pan out well. To be fair, drunk Keyleth and magic use have not and will never go well together, Voice of the Tempest or not. Before you know it some other patrons rather rudely insists you and your friends take this elsewhere or they’ll make you. You should have known the moment Grog smiled, this wouldn’t end well. And in a matter of seconds a fight ensued. It spread like wildfire like any tavern brawl does. You let them fight it out, stay seated with Percy as you two clink your glasses together. 

“So how has your day been?”

“Uneventful until now.” Percy speaks casually. “And yours?” You bite the inside of your cheek in the way he knows you to do when you’re trying to formulate a nice answer as opposed to a more unfiltered one. 

“Eventful. Given our friends arrived a couple of hours ago. You’re welcome by the way. I managed to keep them from exploring the clocktower on their own.” You take a sip of your wine. 

“Oh thank the gods.” He breathes in relief. You spared him a likely disaster. “How will I ever repay you?” He adds a bit more dramatically. Maybe it’s the wine. You laugh. 

“Marry me?” Were he less schooled in proper etiquette he might have spewed across the table. He looks around but no caught on, they’re too occupied in the fight. You’re content being a witness for now it seemed. Percy worries you might have caught on somehow, that you might have figured it out but you don’t let anything show. “I’m joking. Partially. One day. If you ask nicely but for now, think we should help them out?” You gesture to the tavern-wide brawl and save the bottle you two were sharing before someone is thrown onto the table and pummelled right in the face by Pike. 

“Yes. You’re probably right.” He blurts out and downs his whole glass. You down the last bit of your glass, a large swig from the bottle and get up. You offer your hand. Percy takes it as well as  the bottle as you help him to his feet. He feels like he is going to need that booze to deal with the near heart attack you gave him but before he can take a swig of his own he’s forced to turn the bottle into a weapon. Quickly he turns it in his grasp and hits it over the head of some man charging for the both of you. The man didn’t see the blow coming and glass shatters along with the remaining liquid inside. 

“What a waste of a perfectly good chardonnay.” You pout. 

“I’ll get you a new one.” He’ll buy you a whole cellar’s worth if you want. He might actually… 

“My hero.” You joke pulling Percy aside and aiming a high kick at the face of another drunkard coming for the two of you. You peck his cheeks before the fight continues and you’re no longer able to have this brief bubble of solitude. You’re in the fray now but you’re in it together. Together and you kick some ass. It’s magnificent and just as he had thought, it does feel like old times. You’re having a grand old time. He’s not ashamed to admit you saved his ass when he got a little sentimental and couldn’t shake a certain memory or simply stopped to admire your magnificence. 

But all good things get even better when the guard shows up and Vox Machina ends up running like some juvenile troublemakers. The guards didn’t notice who you were and you doubt any of you look like the respected and well known group of heroes in this state and so you took advantage of this. Scram! You ran and enjoyed losing their trail but as a group of stumbling oafs that’s an incredibly difficult thing to do and so you separated. You stuck with Percy pulling him into alleyway and street though he could have pointed out the fastest and quickest way back to the castle. It’s his city after all but he enjoyed living in this moment and when you pushed him against the wall a couple of times pressing close to him while trying to cover your own giggles, you were simply adorable. He was going to make this moment last. By the time you got closer to the castle district you’d been going so long what little booze you had had all but faded. 

“So how about we continue this inside over a bottle of true top shelf from Emon? I brought some from my last visit. I think you’ll appreciate the vintage.” The two of you begin to climb the stairs of Whitestone Castle. 

“That’s a fantastic idea…” You nod satisfied with his answer. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…” Percy can feel the blood pumping in his ears, his entire body is pulsing. He feels short of breath, and everything is just chaos but so right at the same time. You look over the city. 

“Did you hear that?” You wonder but Percy gently grabs your chin, turns you to face him and standing level with you; the castle to one side, the town to the other. This is it. This is the moment. 

“Tonight was quite enjoyable. I’ve missed times like these. My fondest memories are in the trivial things. I couldn’t help but reminisce-“ You smile and bring your palm up to cup his cheek. 

“Is that why you almost got a barrel to the head and thrown through a window? Because you got distracted?” You jest and peck your lips to his briefly brushing your thumb along his cheekbone. 

“I’m trying to say something nice and you’re making a fool out of me.” He returns in jest. 

“Okay okay. I’m listening. Please continue proclaiming your undying love for me.” He lets his fingers slip into your hair and gives an ever so light tug. “Oi!” You exclaim and roll your eyes at him but smile. You’ve had your fun. He knows you’re joking but little did you know in part that was very much his intention. The irony. He’ll forever hold it over your head. As you would want and expect him to do. He needs to keep you on your toes after all, or you might accuse him of slacking on the job. 

“I’ve not been the partner I should have been for the last few days. I’m aware of my flaws and you have put up with them, you’ve scolded me for them and pulled me out of my own insanities. You keep me walking the path I did not ever think I could. I owe my life, my home, my world to you and I could not ever repay you for what you have given me. I feel my life would be duller without you in it. I’d be lost with out you. Perhaps it is selfish of me to think so but I would love to have you at my side, to be at your side for the rest of our lives.” Rarely does he get you speechless. You always have something to say, some witty remark, some teasing quip or just some input. He’s always welcomed it. He always will but now it is your turn stand there wide-eyed processing his words, lips parted ever so lightly. You had been stroking your thumb along his cheekbone before but your motions had frozen. You try to formulate a response and he awaits patiently. 

“If you’re selfish then so am I. Let us be selfish together.” You smile and pull him into a deep kiss. He still hadn’t asked the question he intended to ask but he’ll take this moment. He gets caught up in it for a while until he breaks the kiss. He leans your head against his, reaches into his breast pocket. Your eyes dart to the side but you decide to ignore whatever caught your attention. He takes one of your hands and within it you feel something cold and metal. 

“Will you marry me?” Percy breathes. This is not what he intended or how he intended it to go but he couldn’t wait. He couldn’t analyse it to death. He couldn’t plan every single detail. This, this was just perfect. No grand displays, no banquet or a fancy ball. Instead it was a night out with a tavern brawl and a run from the authorities. It was perfect and now here, on the steps of his home, at the root of his life in this moment he entangles it with you. 

You look down, at the rings in your hand; two of them, one beautifully detailed but not ostentatious. The set stones are precious and enhance the design. The other is a slightly simpler version, more muted but still beautifully made. You’ve never seen anything like it. They’re unique and that’s when you realise what they’re made from. Your first job with Vox Machina. Percy had given his share to Vex as he always tended to do with his earnings. She resided over the finances. You’d come across a beautifully made silver broach, large and very ostentatious made from platinum and set with the most gaudy aquamarine and diamonds. You’d told him he should keep it; because you thought it matched his eyes and should he ever need a rainy day fund, that piece would make him a king for a day. He’d kept it. He’d kept it all these years. The stones had been cut down to smaller ones and the platinum melted to form the bands. They’re beautiful. They’re perfect and you know Percy well enough he would have trusted no jeweller with this task. He’d have trusted non but his own hands. 

“You made these?” You ask enthralled as you pick up the simpler of the bands. 

“Yes.” He’s practically shaking in anticipation. You take his hand, and place the ring around his finger. 

“If you even for a single second-“ His heart beats so fast he thinks he might pass out. He’d almost be more content facing the Briarwoods as opposed to dealing with this stress. 

“Of course I’ll marry you.” Percy feels like he can breathe again. 

“Oh thank the gods. I thought I might have fainted.” He chuckles as he takes the remaining ring from your palm and places it on your own finger. 

“I’d have caught you.” The image passes through his mind.

“Before or after you had a laugh?” He never said it was a graceful image. 

“Can’t have my husband-to-be mess up his handsome face, now can I?” You grin and press your lips to his entwining your hands. That satisfying feeling; of that cold metal against your skin, and feeling it on his, that’s something out of this world you could not have begun to describe. 

“Excuse me?! You were going to propose all this time and made us miss like half if it?” Scanlan pushes forward, clothes stained by you don’t even want to know what. “I would have made an awesome show! We could have had fireworks, music, hell, I’d even teach Grog an interpretive dance.”

“Intentrepative what now?” The goliath seems more focussed on the leaking barrel of ale on his shoulder. 

“Wait you’re engaged? To who?” Keyleth clearly hasn’t sobered up yet and is leaning on Vex who just pats the girl’s arm. 

“Let’s get you sobered up, Keyleth.” She begins dragging the druid past you and up to the palace but not without a quick “Congratulations.” and the implication of leaving you to enjoy your moment. 

“I’m officiating.” Pike follows suit and begins ushering the others forward as well. You watch them make their way up the stairs. 

“That’s our life in a nutshell, right there.” You claim. 

“I couldn’t agree more.” He takes a step forward and your entwined hands urge you to join. You do without a moment of hesitation, unable to wipe that smile of your face. Neither can Percy by the looks of it. That’s okay. You can be fools tonight. You’ll be fools in the morning still and when people come knocking. You’ll tell them to fuck off and be fools a moment longer. 

“You sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” You ask jokingly. 

“Oh yes.” That’ll do. 

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Chapter 4: It’s my Heart

Eugene Roe x Violet Elwood

Summary: Eugene learns the truth of the secret Violet has been keeping, but can he handle what it means. Warnings: medical conditions, talks of death, grief Masterlist

August 31st 1941

Eugene sat in the room he shared with his younger brothers, glaring out of the window as he watched his family heading to church. His mother had tried to persuade him to go but he just couldn’t stomach being around anyone. Since last Wednesday when he found out about Violet’s condition, it felt as though his heart had stopped and it had yet to start again. He felt cold, like a corpse that wouldn’t die but wasn’t alive either. The days passed by in a blur and dragging at the same time.

Violet’s mother had popped by yesterday to tell him that Violet was now at home but he couldn’t even leave his room. Instead, he watched her speaking to his mother on the front porch before forlornly walking away. He was sure she had noticed him in the bedroom window but he didn’t care, he just wanted to be alone.

His mother brought his dinner up to his room but Eugene left it untouched most nights so his brothers would eat his leftovers, thankful for the extra food. His father had come up a few times and he expected him to talk harshly to him, reprimand him for his lack of respect for the effort his mother had put into making the meal or his antisocial behaviour. His father merely patted him on the back, before leaving him once again with his thoughts.

He wanted to see Violet, of course, he did but he couldn’t bring himself to. It would make everything too real. At least this way if he kept away he could pretend everything was still perfect.

September 6th 1941

The guilt was eating away at Eugene as he walked down the familiar corridor of the Elwood residence. He hadn’t been here for nearly two weeks now, which was the longest he’d stayed away since he first met Violet.

Violet’s mother had let him in, smiling sadly when she saw him standing outside. “Violet is sat out in the garden.”

Eugene wanted to hate her family for keeping the secret from him, they had known all along and they let him fall in love with her. In truth, he couldn’t hate them, he couldn’t hate any of them. He did, however, hate himself for trying to hate them in the first place. How could he hate a family who were just obliging their daughter's wishes? ‘She wanted a normal summer’.

Eugene followed her through to the garden where he could see the three sisters sitting in garden chairs. Violet sat in the middle, her head resting on Rose’s shoulder while she read to her. Lily sat on the opposite side of Violet, her head leaning on her oldest sister's shoulder. Eugene hated to disturb the peaceful moment between the siblings but also felt as though it should be him sitting out there with her. He’d been selfish and hurt and he’d wasted two precious weeks he could have been spending with her.

Violet’s mother appeared behind him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “She missed you terribly, Eugene. She blamed herself for driving you away.”

Eugene shook his head, “It’s my fault, not Violet’s. I’ve been so stupid and I can’t even make it up to her. There’s not enough time.” The tears that he’d been holding back ever since arriving on Elwood's doorstep slipped free down his cheeks now and Violet’s mother pulled him in for a hug.

“Now, now, don’t cry. The main thing is you’re here now. You’re a good man, Eugene and my daughter loves you very much which is why she didn’t tell you she was sick. She didn’t want to hurt you,” Violet’s mother sighed, “We’ve tried to keep her safe for so long but we knew this would come eventually. I’m just glad she met you. She got to experience true love, and I believe what you both have is true love. Thank you for loving my daughter”.

The pair stood in the kitchen for a while, trying to compose themselves, “Now go out there and be with her. She’ll be so pleased to see you.”

Eugene walked slowly down the porch and out across the grass to where the girls were sitting. Rose noticed him first, putting down the book and giving Violet a small nudge. The scene broke his heart. In just those few weeks since he’d last seen her, she’d grown paler, cheeks less round, lips less plump but her blue eyes sparkled brighter than ever.

“Eugene,” she whispered, trying to stand but Rose stopped her, shuffling out from the seat and moving so Eugene could take her place. Lily got up too, following her sister inside and allowing the pair some time alone.

“Vi…”

“Gene…”

They both stopped trying to encourage the other to go first. Eugene decided to speak up.

“Violet, I’m so sorry, for everything. I shoulda been here for you and instead, I was a coward. I was scared to lose you but being away from you killed me. I’m here now and I promise with all my heart I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh Gene,” Violet pulled her arms up around him, kissing his lips firmly. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Having Violet back in his arms was the best feeling in the world, it was a feeling Eugene wanted to treasure forever.

“How long?” Eugene mumbled, broaching the question that he feared he didn’t want to know the answer to.

“The doctors aren’t too sure. Could be three months, could be longer. I’m a ticking clock Gene, I’m on borrowed time.” Eugene nodded sadly, pulling Violet close to his side and kissing her forehead.

“Well then we’d better make the best of the time we have,” he mumbled into her hairline, kissing her head once more.

Violet nodded, glancing up at Eugene, “Will you read to me? Rose was reading to me but I’d much rather it was you.”

Eugene chuckled, picking up the book on the bench, opening it to the creased page and beginning to read where Rose had left off. Violet snuggled into his side, her head resting against his shoulder and her hand wrapped around his while he read.

Eugene wasn’t sure how many perfect moments like this he had left with Violet, but he promised himself that he would treasure each one.

September 19th 1941

Eugene watched nervously as Violet climbed onto the seat of the Ferris wheel, the whole time his hand remaining firmly on her back. There was a fair in the next town over from them and Violet had mentioned it as soon as she saw it in posters along the main street. Eugene had been reluctant at first, all those people pushing and shoving but Violet had pleaded and he’d easily relented. How could he deny her the chance to ride the Ferris wheel when it might be her only chance?

The fair wasn’t too crowded when they arrived and the couple made a beeline for the Ferris wheel. Violet gripped Eugene’s hand tightly as the attendant placed the bar over their laps and the ride began to move.

“We’ll be able to see the whole town from up here,” Violet chatted excitedly, grinning over at Eugene. He placed his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to his side and she snuggled in.

As the ride reached the top it stopped for each person to see the view. Violet began pointing out landmarks, chatting excitedly when they could see their hometown in the distance. Eugene barely glanced at the view, his eyes trained on the beautiful woman beside him. Violet's blonde curls were tucked neatly into a bun at the back of her head but soft curls fell out around her face. ‘A picture of beauty’ he always called her affectionately and she’d always giggle, thanking him for his compliment.

The wheel continued its descent and Violet laughed cheerfully, watching as the ground grew closer to them. Eugene helped Violet climb down from the ride, scooping her into his arms causing her to screech loudly. He laughed when he put her down and she spun around in his arms.

“Where do you want to go next, Love?” He asked, smoothing the hair away from her face.

Violet thought for a moment, her nose wrinkling as she scrunched her face, “Hmm. How about we find some food?”

Eugene nodded, “I think that’s an excellent idea.”

The stand selling cotton candy wasn’t too far from them so they headed straight there, purchasing two large candies and taking a break on the bench close to the stand.

Violet bit into the candy, grinning happily as the sweet taste filled her mouth, “Gene, is so good. You’ve gotta try it.” She motioned for him to take a bit of his own which he obliged, biting into the pink fluff, nodding in agreement. It was good, even if it was a little sweet.

Violet took great amusement when Eugene got some of the candy stuck on his nose, laughing hysterically as he looked at her confused.

“What? Have I got somethin’ on my face?” He wiped his hand over his face multiple times, continuing to miss the candy.

“Here, here, let me get it,” Violet knocked his hands out of the way, reaching over with her handkerchief and wiping it from the tip of his nose. “There, all better. What would you do without me, Eugene Roe?”

That was a question Eugene couldn’t answer because he didn’t know what he’d do without her.

October 17th 1941

“Happy birthday, Gene,” Violet shouted as soon as he opened the door, throwing herself into his arms. Eugene stumbled back at the sudden contact, catching her mid-air and spinning her around.

“Hello Love,” he kissed her sweetly on the lips, enjoying their loving moment before he noticed the lack of people behind her. “Aren’t your family coming with you?”

“They are,” Violet assured him, “But they’re coming later, I wanted you to myself for a while.” She laughed, noticing Eugene’s blush. “Nothing like that Gene, get your head out of the gutter.” She jested, elbowing him in the ribs lightly.

“No, I wanted to give you your present before the others get here.” She passed a large square parcel towards him, it was neatly wrapped in brown paper and tied with string at the top.

“What is it?” He asked, shaking the package curiously.

Violet sighed, “I’m not going to tell you. What’s the point in having a surprise if I tell you before you open it?”

Eugene looked a little confused and Violet sighed again, “Come on,” she grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to the bedroom he shared with his brothers. She jumped straight onto his bed, making herself at home like she always did.

Eugene fell onto the bed beside her, chuckling as she snuggled into his side.

“Come on, Gene. The suspense is killing me.” He sent her a small glare for joking about death and began to unwrap the parcel, fumbling with the string. As he unwrapped it a large leather scrapbook fell out onto his lap. The initials V and E were embossed onto the front and Eugene felt his heart clench at the picture on the front. It was one of the few pictures they had together. They were sitting by the lake, Violet’s hair blowing softly around her in the wind. Both of their faces were bright, with wide smiles and gleaming eyes. It was from happier times before their lives had changed forever.

Eugene felt a single tear slipping down his cheek but Violet quickly brushed it away, “Look inside,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his neck.

He opened the first page, marvelling at the detail of each one within. Each page had a photo, some of them together, a few of Violet alone and lots of the different places they had been together. Underneath each one Violet had written something. Sometimes a small paragraph, sometimes just a sentence. Eugene smiled, reading a few of them before Violet stopped him.

“I made you this book so that when I’m gone you have something to remind you of me. If you’re ever feeling down you can just read these and I’ll be here with you.”

Eugene shook his head, “Don’t speak like that, Sugar. I don’t want to think about being here without you.” He looked up at her, a small sigh escaping his lips when their eyes met. “I love you, Violet, I love you so much that a…” a silent sob escaped his lips and Violet pulled him straight into her chest, cradling him like a small child as he cried.

Eugene wasn’t sure how long he’d been bottling these emotions but something in him broke and he couldn’t hold back the floodgates. Eugene cried his heart out and Violet held him. She never once told him to stop crying or trying to calm him, she let him feel everything and she embraced him. Violet knew that he needed to grieve just like her family had, except her family had already had a year to grieve her condition.

When Eugene’s sobs finally subsided, Violet pulled him to sit up, cupping his cheeks in her hands. “I love you, Eugene Roe, and I’ll always love you no matter where I am.”

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Doubt

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem!Reader  Warnings/Tags: angst, describing anxiety,  mentions of death, mentions of abuse, pregnancy, hurt/comfort Word Count: 2,9k Summary: Marc is scared he’ll be a bad father to the baby you’re expecting. While decorating the nursery, his anxiety gets the best of him. A/N: Soooo I’ve been reading Moon Knight comics and the dad moments have gotten to me. That’s why I had to write this.

YOUR POV

“Marc, could you help me with these?” Your soft voice was muffled by the tower of boxes you were carrying, all wavering in front of your face so that Marc could only see your legs as you walked into the freshly painted soon-to-be nursery. Although the cream coloured paint had dried long ago, the smell was still lingering in the air as a constant reminder of the work you had ahead of you.

Alarmed by the sight, he rushed over to you and took the boxes into his own arms, “You shouldn’t be carrying that much stuff, you know.”

“It’s just curtains and stuff, it doesn’t weigh that much. I’ll be fine, we’ll be fine,” You explained to your worried husband and gestured at your growing belly once your arms were free. Of course, you felt happy that he cared about you, but you wished he wasn’t so worried all the time for his own sake. At any given chance, you would try to comfort him and ease his troubled mind.

Ever since Marc learned you were pregnant, he had been extra careful around you at all times. In a way, it pained you to see how he behaved, every action just proving what you had feared; he was scared. To some extent being scared while expecting your firstborn was natural, but you knew Marc well, better than anyone really. He had his reasons.

Marc heard what you said, but he didn’t reply as his brown eyes scanned the room for a place to put the boxes. As he finally put them down, he turned around to face you. You had sat down on the rocking chair that was temporarily in the middle of the room, surrounded by boxes and tools. The instructions were scattered on the floor as he had insisted on not needing them. Marc had spent all morning putting the rocking chair together along with the crib, making sure not a single screw was loose because he didn’t want it to fall apart with you and your child sitting on it. 

Seeing you so clearly pregnant, only weeks away from your due date was baffling to say the least. As much as Marc adored you and everything about you, something in his mind twisted and tugged at him, telling him that this wasn’t right. If he wouldn’t fuck up, he was sure Khonshu would find a way. Looking at you, Marc could see a happy smile on your face and he realized he was terrified that he would chase it away if he stayed in your lives. 

“I’ll uh, I’m gonna go find some more screws,” Marc nodded to himself as he spoke, almost believing that it was his only intention as he actually just needed a moment for himself. In the past few weeks especially, his anxiety had gotten worse, growing rapidly at the worst possible moments. Marc wanted to get as far away from you as it happened so you wouldn’t have to see how distressed he truly was.

I can’t do this, the thought repeated in Marc’s head over and over again as he made his way to the garage. Domestic life? A happy life? Marc questioned every decision he had made since he had met you, wondering how fucking stupid he had been when he had believed this could last, that this was a life he could actually live. Sure, there were wonderful moments, but his past overshadowed everything, spilling on the good times like toxic waste and distorting them remarkably. 

Marc imagined you rocking your baby. A beautiful picture painted in his head, but like ink on paper, Khonshu appeared in the background, tainting something so ordinary. Marc wasn’t ordinary. The man was terrified of how his deal with Khonshu about being the god’s avatar would come back to haunt you and soon your child. How his own mother, to this day, affected his life. Did Marc want that to reach your child? No way. 

God he longed for a normal, happy life with you more than anything, but Marc was convinced it wasn’t possible. Just thinking about it all was overwhelming, making him sick to his gut as a familiar sting intensified in his eyes, a warning of tears he tried so hard to stop from spilling. 

“Fuck!” Marc cursed under his breath, resisting the urge to tear down the metal shelves in the garage as he didn’t wish to alarm you. The last thing you needed, in Marc’s humble opinion, was to have to deal with him freaking out...again.

With his scarred and rough fingers entangled in his dark locks, Marc held his breath and looked around him as if the world was spinning. Everything felt like too much, as if the entire world was trying to rip his brain apart, piece by piece on a molecular level. Marc anticipated either Khonshu appearing or that he’d lose control again and hand it over to Steven - someone he had worked extremely hard on sheltering from the rest of the world. Not even you knew and Marc had planned on keeping it that away. It was already beyond him how you had stayed when Marc had told you about Khonshu.

How was Marc supposed to protect you and your baby when he hadn’t even been able to protect his own little brother? 

Marc hated it whenever he remembered that day, the day the promise of a normal life was ruined for him. The seed of chaos and pain had been planted and it had relentless roots that dug deep into Marc’s mind, spreading into each little corner and crevice. His brother had died because Marc hadn’t listened to his mother. His own child wouldn’t see their uncle and Marc blamed himself for that. This baby wouldn’t have a relationship with their grandmother because Marc would rather cut his own limbs off than let her into their life.

When someone knocked on the garage door, Marc’s heart skipped a beat. He had sat down on the cold floor at some point, opposite of the closed door. Something about the situation sent his mind far back into the past. He felt caught and that was bad. It was really bad.

“Marc? Are you in there?” Your voice was like a miracle, bringing his mind back to the here and now, as if an anchor on stormy seas. You weren’t going to hurt him, no. You were the most loving and sweet person he knew of, you were safe.

“Yeah,” Marc took a deep breath, not bothering to get up from the floor. What was the point when you could see past everything anyway? Marc wondered how you had enough patience to deal with him. Why had you chosen him? Why did he let you? Was it because he loved you too much or too little? Loved you too little to push you away or too much so that he was unable to let you go? 

When Marc had told you he went looking for screws, you knew something wasn’t quite right. There was a box of them on the nursery floor and besides, you had seen the anxious look on his face. Sitting in the nursery, knowing that Marc wasn’t doing well just felt wrong. Your love for him was strong and the hormones lately seemed to have enhanced that. Knowing Marc was in pain made your heart hurt. There was no way you could brush it off like nothing.

As you opened the door to the garage, your eyes immediately went to Marc who was sitting on the floor, too ashamed to lift his gaze to meet yours. His beautiful, coffee coloured eyes were glossy with sadness and his bottom lip pushed forward just slightly like it always did when he was upset and he tried to hide it. There were small signs you had learned to recognize after spending so many years by his side.

Silently, you made your way to him, bending down a bit slowly since you had a bump throwing you off balance and making your back hurt. As you sat down, you stretched out your legs and took a deep breath, wondering if it was better to sit in silence with Marc or try to find the right words that would soothe his mind and drive away whatever mean voice was occupying it at that moment. 

Carefully, you captured his hands in yours, relieved to see Marc made no effort to push you away. This knuckles were covered in faded scars that you had kissed so many times before. Something about it seemed to calm him down, which was why you placed soft kisses on them once again, heart aching as you sensed the faint tremble within him. 

“What’s wrong, my love?”

Marc had never been much of a speaker. He had a tendency to keep everything to himself, which wasn’t feasible in the long run. There was only so much a person could bottle up. It would’ve been a lie if you had said it surprised you when he simply shook his head, trying to keep the pain all to himself. This wasn’t a case of him not trusting you, he simply wasn’t sure how to let people in when they wanted to help. 

“What if I won’t be a good father?” Marc forced the words out of his mouth after a while, his jaw tense and tongue feeling heavy as he spoke. The words tasted like poison and he wanted it to go away, just like his worries and fears. 

You were shocked to hear that, to say the least. When you looked into his eyes, you found no traces of deception. He was honest as one could be. 

“Marc,” You cooed, furrowing your brows as you tried to find the right words, “Why would you think that?” 

The way he looked at you, his expression revealing how his heart was breaking by the second felt like someone twisted a knife in yours. Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes, making Marc look lost and vulnerable which was quite the opposite of his usual demeanour. All you wanted was to hold him and put the pieces back together again.

“You know me,” Marc took a deep breath, avoiding eye contact as he leaned against the wall, “my past. I’ve done things, Y/N, things I can’t undo.”

Despite all the secrets he kept from you, he had opened up about his mercenary life. The two of you were far from an ordinary couple, that was for sure. Although recently, things had calmed down slightly as you had a baby to prepare for. Both of you had complicated pasts, but Marc felt like he was chained to his. Each time he tried to get away from them, more chains would appear, pulling him deeper into the abyss of his mind.

“I know,” Your fingers caressed his arm in a comforting manner, “it’s okay. Your past doesn’t determine your future. You do. The fact that you’re worried about whether or not you’ll be a good father already speaks volumes. A bad father wouldn’t care.”

Marc wanted to believe that, he really did. It disgusted him to realize that once his mother had been good too. What if he changed?

“I just don’t want to turn into her,” Marc admitted, feeling ashamed as he let you know what was troubling him so much. “You don’t deserve that.”

You knew exactly who Marc was talking about. His relationship with his mother was pretty much non-existent at this point and you believed it was for the best. From what he had told you about her, she was absolutely horrible. 

“You’re not her, you’ll never be her. I know that in my heart,” That was true. It pained you to even imagine Marc comparing himself to someone so cruel. Yeah, he had his flaws but so did everyone else. He could be tough, but when it came to the people he loved the most, Marc was devoted to show them his best. You loved him, because he was the opposite of that woman. 

There had been moments when you were quite upset too. Marc always tried to calm you instead of letting you dive further into sadness. You were convinced he’d throw himself into open flames instead of letting you even consider it. He wasn’t the type of person to hurt anyone for fun. You felt perfectly safe around him.

“You don’t know that,” Marc was stubborn, clinging onto the negatives like glue.

“And you don’t know that either. Who knows what the future holds. I sincerely don’t see you turning into her. Everything else is uncertain, but when I think about the future, I just see you,” There was a sense of certainty in your words that reached Marc. It didn’t feel like something you said just to cheer him up, no. It sounded like you truly believed every word you spoke. 

“How are you so perfect?” Marc couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have met you. Truth be told, he felt undeserving of your love and devotion. Despite it all, you seemed so optimistic. Would you still be that way if he told you everything? Marc was afraid to let his mind wander that far. The thought of disappointing you to a point of no return was pure nightmare fuel to him.

“I’m not perfect,” You were quick to correct him, “but I’m doing my best, just like you. I know we’ll be fine as long as we try out best.”

Marc let your words sink in for a moment, relaxing a little bit as your fingers drew patterns on his arm. Somehow, you could make him feel lighter even when it felt like someone had tied cement blocks to his feet and pushed him off a bridge, sinking deeper and deeper into despair. Marc felt like his own worst enemy.

As he wasn’t saying anything, you decided to add onto that: “To be honest, I’m a little scared too. I’ve read all the parenting books and listened to my friends and family, but I know nothing will really prepare me for the reality of being a parent. What brings me comfort is knowing that we can figure everything out together.”

All of a sudden, you felt a tiny leg kicking you vigorously, as if the little one was trying to join in on the conversation.

“I think someone has something to say,” A smile spread on your face. You grabbed Marc’s hand and guided it to your bump, right above the spot your baby was kicking. It didn’t take long for it to happen again and seeing the joy light up in Marc’s brown eyes made you feel relieved. 

He leaned against you and pressed his hand gently against your bump, overwhelmed by sudden joy and love. The little one had good timing, that was for sure. Feeling the little kicks against the palm of his hand was something Marc was convinced he would never get used to. Every time, it felt just as bizarre and lovely. It reminded him of what was real,  a future that he still hadn’t had a chance to fuck up.

“Why are you kicking your mother like that, huh?” Marc played into it, trying to blink his tears away as he finally began to calm down. He wished he could say it would be the last time his anxiety would get the best of him, but as a realist, he knew it wasn’t true. For now, Marc tried to focus on this moment and that only.

Your baby kicked you again, harder this time which had you laughing. Even Marc cracked a smile, finding the sound of your laughter absolutely delightful. Marc wanted to make you smile and laugh for the rest of your lives, he needed to. It wasn’t that much of an unrealistic goal, yeah? 

“Well I don’t think they get that from you,” Marc contemplated, taking into consideration your gentle nature. You had the patience of a saint, which he assumed was why you were still by his side.

“Hmm, it’s definitely your baby, Marc,” You kissed his cheek after you said that, your lips soft against his stubble. 

Marc tilted his head and captured your lips into a kiss, much softer than usual. His hand held onto the back of your head as he deepened it, hoping from the bottom of his heart that the action could speak louder than the words he didn’t know how to express. The passion and intensity of the kiss made your heart flutter with desire and you knew exactly what he wanted to say, you could taste it in the way he almost desperately gave himself to you, heart and soul. Marc wasn’t a tender lover most of the time, which you didn’t mind, but right now he was showing a part of himself that was for your eyes only.

As you parted from the sweet kiss, Marc leaned his forehead against yours, his eyelashes tickling against your skin. For a moment, you stayed like that, close to each other in comfortable silence.

“I love you,” Marc whispered, needing to tell you that.

“I love you too,” You returned the meaningful words, heart racing in your chest as you soaked in the bliss. Seeing that the anxiety and worry had abandoned Marc’s face was a wonderful sight. For now, all seemed well.

You took a deep breath, and leaned against Marc’s shoulder, wanting to embrace this moment, knowing that it was one you’d cherish forever. 

No matter how often his worries tried to convince him it would be for the best to leave you alone, they could never tower over the love he had for you or the way your love wiped his mind clean from negative thoughts. The power you held over Marc Spector was unreal and only yours. Marc wouldn’t have it any other way. He would spend the rest of his life protecting you and your child from the world. Marc was sure of that now. 

A/N: I hope you liked it! :)

In my head this is happening right before Marc’s biological mom dies/before the series begin so he’ll leave anyway and Steven Grant goes on about his day, working at the gift shop. Just for some extra flavour and spice, he thinks Khonshu wants his kid to be his next avatar so he tries to make sure that’ll never happen. This is just temporary comfort. That’s just me though, because I love angst. 

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[anawrites3]

omg how did dick meet slade in ur dark bruce au????

Thank you for asking me about this au, I'm always happy to talk about it more so if you have any more questions feel free to ask!

The short answer is that Bruce needed help with a mission because he had an important meeting as Bruce Wayne that he couldn't reschedule and Dick wouldn't be able to kill their target alone so he hired Deathstroke to go in his place.

Slade got interested in Dick right away because why is there a child in this psycho's base and why is his first reaction trying to kill me. Dick in turn is intrigued by him because not only Slade isn't scared of Bruce, he also simply doesn't give a fuck

Here, have a snippet!!

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Dick was busy cleaning his gun when the man walked into the room. He didn't hear him coming, didn't hear even the slightest shuffle of his heavy boots – just one second Dick was alone and the next Deathstroke the Terminator was standing by the door in front of him.

Dick immediately jumped out of his chair, throwing one of his knives at him. Deathstroke moved away, a lazy little movement that caused the knife to dig into the wall behind him, but in that time Dick was already throwing himself across the table.

“A guardian dog?” The man drawled. “That's cute.”

Dick had three whole knives left and he was ready to bury at least one of them in Deathstroke's remaining eye.

“Stand down, Robin.”

Dick stopped mid-step, a knife still aimed at Deathstroke's throat. Master was standing right behind the mercenary, lips curled into an amused smile.

Deathstroke laughed, “Robin, huh? A guardian bird then, my bad.”

Dick ignored him. He didn't dare to ask his master what Deathstroke was doing in their base but secretly he hoped that Bruce would explain it to him either way. Introduce him properly, since it seemed that the man was on their side now, at least temporarily.

Not for the first time, Master didn't do what Dick wished for. Not sparing Dick another glance, he walked further into the room and at last Dick pocketed his knives and went back to cleaning his gun. Bruce didn’t need him right now and Dick had no intention of getting in his way.

Deathstroke, however, remained by the door, not tearing his eye away from Dick.

“Deathstroke.” Master called. His voice didn't sound any different to a normal ear but Dick knew he was annoyed that Deathstroke didn't follow him.

And not only Deathstroke didn’t follow Bruce, he also dared to ignore him.

“How old are you, kid?” He asked, leaning back against the wall as if he intended to stay in that place longer. There was a knife in his hands now – the one Dick threw at him earlier - and he used it to twirl around his fingers as if it was a pen and not a deadly weapon.

Dick didn't answer the question. He wasn't allowed to talk without permission and he knew Bruce wouldn't give it now, not to chat with a man like Deathstroke. Instead, he kept his eyes firmly down, on the gun, as if he was alone again.

“That is none of your concern.” Bruce answered for him, voice cold.

“It is, if you want me to fight that bastard alongside a teenager.” Deathstroke hummed, more amused than shocked or angry. “That's gonna cost you extra, you know.”

Dick didn't dare to look up but he knew that his master had his jaw clenched in anger, eyes narrowed behind the cowl.

He didn't know if Deathstroke did it on purpose or not but with this one sentence he explained to Dick what exactly he was here for. So, Master found the solution to the next mission's problem and that solution was hiring Deathstroke. It wasn't what Dick would ever expect, getting help from the mercenary but then again, he didn't have any say in what his master did. He had no right to question his decisions.

“Fine, I’ll write you a check.” Bruce spat out. “Now come on. I don't have time for your stupid games.”

“That's what you think it is?” Deathstroke mocked.

Once again, he didn't follow the order and instead of going after Bruce, he walked over to where Dick was sitting. He played with the knife for a few more seconds before he dug it into the table right in front of Dick.

Dick cursed the bastard in his mind . Deathstroke was disobeying Master in order to stay with him - Dick was the reason why Deathstroke was staying behind and he had no doubt that he would be punished for it later.

Deathstroke, of course, didn’t know that or maybe he simply did not care. Instead, he held out his hand to Dick.

“We're going to be working together.” He explained when he noticed how confused Dick became at the gesture. “We should get to know each other.”

“Deathstroke-” Bruce warned but the man just rolled his eye.

“You're the one that doesn't trust me enough to let me do the job alone.” He accused with a shrug. “I have the right to at least shake his hand.”

No. No, he did not have the right to do that. No one beside his master had the right to touch him.

“You want to tell me that you do this with your every client?” Bruce growled.

“I don't usually work in a team. I'm just doing what you want me to, Bats.”

Dick glanced up at Bruce and the man nodded – the slightest of the moves but it was enough for Dick to understand that his master was giving him permission. When he looked back at Deathstroke, the man was still holding his hand out and waiting. His face was covered by the mask but Dick had the impression that the man was smirking.

“A handshake can tell you a lot about a person.” He supplied helpfully.

“That's even more of a reason not to do it.” Dick said. He didn't look away from that single eye as he reached for the knife and pulled it out of the table with no effort, even with how deep it was stuck.

Deathstroke laughed.

“Smart.” He praised, putting his hand down. “Then I guess I'll see you later, Robin."

And with that, he turned and finally followed Bruce.

#i love my brain for this au #dark bruce au #my reply #my writing #anon #sladick #brudick

[mauvefayette6]

heyy! I was wondering if you could do a Todd Anderson x fe!male

I read your rules I fully respect them but idk if you find this rather awkward but here goes nothing.

*stands up on desk*

Todd Anderson x fe!male reader- readers on her period and she feels completely awful, bad- HORRID cramps! can't even move her legs. Todd is a sweetheart in this! pls?

Just a oneshot- if you do onshots, if not hc are good. even if its short, idc. Love your writing! ur amazing!

thx

Period. [ Todd Anderson/fem!Reader ]

TW/CW: Reader is on her period/talk of blood/ she/her pronouns are used!

of course this is one of the plots that are set in the 50s bcs yk i just do it thag way sometimes. There is 0 shame in being a menstruating person! But in the 50s that was a different story! So that will be shown here in the story of course if wanted I could do a similar story but have it be modern!

••

You sat at the library, you were studying for an upcoming exam in Trig. You took in a deep breath when it was announced that it was lights out.

You stood up when a rush of something went down. Your heart dropped when you realized that your menstrual cycle started. Your eyes widened as you checked the chair for a sign of a stain.

You sighed in relief when you saw nothing. You groaned before deciding to deal with this later. Your period usually was tamed and not at all messy. If you could get a pad from your roommate everything will be better.

Walking up the stairs the uncomfortableness of the feeling bugged you.

“Please, not right now.” You cried as you rushed up the steps and into your dorm room.

Your roommate gave you a confused look as you began searching all your things for anything!

“What’s going on?” Your roomie asked as you nervously sighed.

“I just started the curse,” you whispered here eyes widened. “I can’t find anything!”

“I have like one extra in my closet hidden behind my clothes!” She quickly got up and began to search her closet.

She found it and handed it to you with a gleeful smile.

“A life savor!” You hugged her before quietly and quickly walking out of your room and into the ladies restroom.

After the whole fiasco was over you decided to turn in for the night. Getting into your nightclothes you shut down for the night.

The worry of what you’re going to do with your problem haunting you.

The next morning you woke up with the absolute worst cramp humanly possible.

You held your stomach as you began to softly sobbed.

“You alright?” Your roomie asked as you shook your head. “Want me to go to the nurse? I can ask for some medication?”

“Could you? I have to get up for this stupid Trig exam,” you deeply sighed the realization that you would have to put up with this horrible sensation all day.

Your roommate quickly rushed to get some medication, anything would be helpful.

She came back in with a Tylenol and a cup of water. “This is all she would give me.”

You gave her an appreciative smile before taking them. “I just hope this keeps me alive for at least the rest of the day.”

Sighing you got up and the rush of blood came down as you held your stomach.

“I wish they did more to help the menstruating population of Welton.” Your roommate sighed as you two began the journey to class.

“Ha! Welton doesn’t care about us. We are only here because the parents insisted the girls get the same education as the boys,” you mumbled.

“Hey!” The cheery voice of none other then your boyfriend Todd Anderson smiled as he approached you.

“Hey! Good morning Todd,” you smiled as he hugged you.

“You okay?” He asked and you shrugged.

“Just some personal problems, no biggie,” you laughed as a terrible cramp began. You had to hold the smile so he wouldn’t notice.

“You sure? You look like you could use a cig,” he laughed.

“She said she was fine Todd, now stop insisting!” Your roomie shouted angrily.

“Oh…” Todd awkwardly smiled as the walk to Trig was silent and tense.

••

Class was over as you survived day one of your cycle.

“It wasn’t that bad!” You smiled as a cramp began. You groaned in pain as you and your roommate walked to the dorm room.

“You looked like you were in awful pain the entire time.” Your roommate said and you rolled your eyes.

“Probably because I was in absolute pain,” you mumbled as you two entered the dorm room. “I don’t even know if I have the energy for any studying or doing any homework!”

“You should rest, maybe I could go get another Tylenol from the nurse,” she smiled as you shook your head.

“I’m just going to take a quick nap to sleep away the pain.” You mumbled as you got into bed and shut off for the night.

You woke up the next morning, day two of your cycle to the most excruciating pain you have ever felt. It felt like knives were being impaled onto your stomach.

“You okay?!” Your roommate asked as she rushed to your side. You shook your head quickly.

“Tylenol will not help this,” you cried hugging yourself tighter as the pain increased.

“You have to stay in bed!” Your roommate said as she looked at you.

“I-I can’t! I have to go to class!” You groaned as you kept your eyes shut.

“Please, I will explain to the nurse and see if she can do anything about this.” Your roommate rushed out the room as you laid there holding your stomach.

You heard a knock before someone entered.

“You okay?” The sweet voice of Todd Anderson whispered. “I just saw Gregoria rush out the room.”

“I’m swell! Just not feeling my best!” You tried your best to keep a happy smile on your face as you turned to look at him.

“You don’t look amazing…” He whispered as he crouched besides you. He felt your forehead, “it isn’t fever.”

“Todd, darling, you’ll be late for class if you don’t rush over there right now.” You mumbled facing him.

“I’d much rather stick by your side then go to class.” He smiled.

In that moment your roommate barged in, “The nurse said she’ll talk to the professors and suggested that you stay in bed!” Her expression dropped when she saw Todd.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked and Gregoria shook her head refusing to say.

“Todd, I’m on my period and the cramps are seriously killing me,” you whispered holding his hand. His dace went bright red as he nodded his head in understanding.

“My mom takes this tea when she was you know.. on her period.” He smiled as he caressed your hair. “I can sneak and make you a cup of it.”

“That would be lovely, I’m staying in bed all day.” You laughed as you turned and looked at him caressing his cheeks and bringing him in for a kiss.

“Well, I guess this is the que for me to go to class. I’ll share my notes for each class… For both of you of course.” She smiled before excusing herself.

“You really don’t have to stay here, you still have time to be in class…” You whispered even though you hoped he would refuse and stay by your side.

“Nonsense, I can’t leave my girlfriend to lay by herself in pain,” he laughed as he kissed you again.

“You’re so lovely Todd,” you whispered bringing him in for another lovely kiss.

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[everyonezgirlfriend]

REDAMANCY - two

BLAIR'S POV - September 4th, 2007

I didn't speak to Toby for the rest of the weekend, and I dreaded sitting next to him in home room. I wished I still had home room with Alice, but she got moved because of the way she argued with the teacher.

I sat down in my seat, Toby coming in shortly after.

"You weren't home this morning," he said, "I came to pick you up, but your mom said you'd already left."

"Maybe you should've told me you were coming to get me," I said, not bothering to turn my head to look at him.

"I pick you up every morning. Kind of relied on you to be there like you are every morning."

"And I relied on you to take me for dinner, maybe we're not very reliable people."

"Come on, baby, I'm sorry. I texted you a million times apologising. I just needed to clear my head, it was the perfect opportunity. I know I should've told you, and I'm sorry, I'll take you out to dinner this Friday, I swear on my life."

"We'll see if your promise holds up."

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September 8th, 2007

His promise did hold up. After school on Friday I went home and got dressed, not going all out this time, worried he'd break his promise yet again. But he didn't. He showed up at my house at 5:45pm sharp, handing me a bouquet of flowers, pink tulips.

"Your favourite, right?" He asked. They weren't, but I nodded. At least he'd tried. He took me out to dinner, to a fancier restaurant than I thought he would. I suddenly felt out of place in my semi casual clothes, but he assured me I looked beautiful.

I knew exactly what he was doing, but I couldn't help but fall for it. The waiter assured us we were a lovely couple, and an older woman told us we reminded her of her and her husband when they were younger. Surely this is how it was meant to be, me and Toby.

"You look so amazing," Toby said for the fifth time tonight. We were only half way through our meal.

"You keep telling me," I said, smiling.

"I can't help it. Can't help but look at you. Do you like this place?"

"It's so fancy."

"I know, I had to bring you somewhere amazing if I was gonna make it up to you. I really am sorry, Blair. I don't know what came over me, the guys convinced me, but I shouldn't listen to them, not all the time, at least. From now on, you're gonna be my top priority, I'm never gonna do anything you don't want me to."

I smiled and went back to eating, trying to make myself believe his words. Instead, I changed the topic to school, something neither of us could really like about.

"So, Miss Adamski's tells me I need a tutor for chemistry. She's worried I'm gonna fail my finals if I don't 'get my act together'."

"Really? I thought you were pretty smart."

"I am. I'm getting A's and B's in my other classes, but chemistry's just stupid."

"I'm getting an A in chemistry, maybe I could tutor you."

"I brought you up to her, she said having my boyfriend tutor me would be too distracting. She's probably not wrong. She's gonna pick someone for me, I'll find out who it is on Monday. It's so annoying though, I have to do it in my free time, and I have to go to their house, or they have to come to mine. All it's gonna do is fill up mine and someone else's schedules."

"I get that, but it's for the best, right? This way, you'll do amazingly in all of your subjects. If you're good at everything else, you have the potential to be good at chemistry, you just need that extra push."

"You sound like my mom."

"I don't mind that, your mom's a smart woman."

I laughed. "She'd love you for saying that."

"Doesn't she love me already?"

"You're my boyfriend, Toby. Of course she doesn't."

Toby laughed, and everything seemed good again, I felt happy in my relationship. When we finished eating, I decided to sleep over at Toby's house. He took me to my place and I packed a bag, then we drove to his.

I lay down on his bed, cuddling up to him sleepily. He smiled down at me, rubbing my shoulder.

"So, have I officially made it up to you?" He asked.

"You have."

I leaned up to kiss Toby and his hand snaked onto my hip. I let his hand wander, but stopped him when it came around the front of my body, towards my inner thigh.

Toby and I had been together two years and never had sex. He'd sometimes get on my case for it, but it was one of the few things he didn't force me to do. I wasn't ready. Or maybe I just didn't wanna have sex with him. I didn't really know.

"I think I wanna go to sleep," I said. He rolled his eyes and just turned around, and that's how out night ended.

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